The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth


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I fear the thought of love because
All too often it’s confused with sex-
And I hate that
Hot breaths and skin on skin
Heartbeats and blushing eyes
And I hate that
Questions asked are
Not about feelings, no;
All about action.
‘Have you done it yet?’
Asked far more than
‘Do you love him yet?’
And I’m scared, I’ll admit,
I’m terrified
You’ll love me for my body
And never know my mind.


Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

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