Too shy to grab your hand
So much worry about scaring you
It's right close to me
Just within my reach
How I so want it in mine
I start to make my move
But soon my stomach feels funny
Then I lose my nerve
Tomorrow I say inside
Tomorrow is the day
Only so many tomorrows to waste
I let them slip away like air
But soon will be the day
I reach for you as mine
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In the Rose
PoetryA collection of different poetry ~Tears on the Ground~ Tears pour down As the tears fall quickly I curl into a ball Like it can hide the pain What do I do What should I say Probably nothing It's better that way Easier for me Easier for them Easi...
