I had almost given up
On you forever
Then you called again
Yet instead of happiness
That should have
Filled me
All I felt was fear
Fear at the thought
Of seeing you
Fear of what might
Come of it
Still despite this fear
I counted down the
Days
Hours
Minutes
Seconds
Until I could would see you
Once again
YOU ARE READING
Do I? (Completed)
PoesíaDo I love you? Do I even like you? Every time you call, I wish you didn't. Every time you don't, I wish you did. So I must ask myself again do I love you?
