The scariest thing is not knowing you
Not knowing your favorite color
Whether it is red green or blue
Not knowing if you snore
Or if you can be a bore
Whether you like snow sun or rain
Pain is so not easy to fane
Since not knowing you is like not knowing whether my stomach upset or hungry
Whether my heart is right or left
My soul light or heavy
Not knowing you is the scariest thing
It makes me pass you in the subway
In the halls and beside the bar
It makes me laugh cruelly and say words I don't really mean
And one day knowing will break the levy
And the scariest thing will be knowing you
Knowing whether you take coffee or tea
Milk sugar or plain
Knowing whether you truly want me
When I'm not really sane
Pain is not so easy to fane
Since knowing you, means it's not like we just met
That I can mess up
And be selfish
And that I can love you with every ounce of my soul
Neither light nor heavy
Just filling the hole
And that's the scariest thing
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March of the Flowers
PoetryOne by one, we march. We march. Our branches tired. Our leaves are wearied. March of the Flowers is a collection of poetry
