his hand shook
his stomach, butterflies
his breathing shallow
felt like he was going to die
his lips dry
his palm sweaty
his speech rehearsed
but still not ready
in fear her runs
his mind a blackout
he just couldn't do it
ask the pretty red head
out
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400 Poem Challenge (completed December 26, 10:15am)
PoetryMay as well keep going ... lol. Please be sure to check out my first 200 Poems in this challenge. (completed December 26, 10:15am)
