Solitude

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of what you think...
    it's the look in your eyes that tells me a different tale,
      than the silky words that breeze past your lips

I'm afraid...
    do you really find me attractive?
      the caress of your touch sends shocks to my resolve

I'm afraid...
   is your smile really for me? Or is it for what I've given to you?
     the clutch of your grasp pulls me in closer, your strength burns firm

I'm afraid...
   will you keep me close?
      I feel you slipping away, as night gives in to the warmth of morning


... Gasping for air....
      ... though the brightly beams of morning gaze brushes my face...

I'm afraid,


                                                               I'll never feel this way again