1. Blue-Eyed Beauty...

The walls are closing in..
I can't breathe,
Maybe it's best you leave.
Your love, a drug.
Your kisses a sin.
Anxiety ripples through me,
Can't seem to throw it in the bin.
Fear lapping over my skin,
Like the oceans clean tide.
Nostalgic feels weave through my veins.
And wrap around my heart.
The walls are closing in...
I can't breathe..
Maybe it's best you leave...
A TRONNOR ONE SHOT WITH POEMS AND DIFFERENT FLUFF FILLED STORIES. WISH ME LUCK. LET'S RIDEE.. hehe, thumbs to you if you know where that line is from.