Air shut, tight and closed
No ample chance to hand the rose
Borders that he fears to cross
Overwhelming thoughts, he doesn't want to impose
Wrapped across the translucent glass
A slim brittle lace, his tainted trust
How long will he hold back? A question often asked
As if speaking was a challenge, a daunting task
To even raise a finger, sends chill down his spines
A lump on his throat, keeping him there, frozen in time
Tickle to the pride, ego set aside
Nothing gained from wishful thinking, courageously he stride
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I Truly Do
PoetryI Truly Do is a poetry book tackling the struggle of wanting to be honest, wanting to confess, and wanting to conquer despite having a cowardly heart. It also involves the effects of a broken heart because of failing to be with the one they love. En...
