Empty Pinkie Promises

November 6, 2017

His eyes locked on mine,

shivers are sent down my spine.

I feel electricity in his touch,

and I know he cares for me so so much.

When I don't have his hand to hold,

my world is empty and cold.

He wraps his arms around me in a warm embrace,

and he constantly tells me I have a beautiful face.

I have never felt very confident or pretty,

but when he's with me I can never feel such self-pitty.

Pinkie promises we can never break,

because if we do our hearts will truly ache.

I wish I could tell him how I truly felt,

but every time I try I seem to melt.

Three words so powerful yet short,

every time they start to come out I somehow abort.

I love you I will finally say one day,

but I have a feeling he won't feel the same way.

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