Dont B

You scared to touch me Because you think I will break. You picture me a frame of glass royalty. You don't look too deep into my eyes, in fears that you may allow the wrong head to do the thinking. Your words to me are that of gentle delicacy, You're afraid to encounter my lips' gloss, in effort to pass my cheek. My neck holds shadows of your mouth. My hands are printed with yours. Don't be be afraid to come close to me I won't break. Don't be afraid to love me I won't break your heart. Don't shy away from the comfort you crave... Don't be afraid, But don't get carried away.