Should I stay,
Or should I go away?
I do not want to burden you
With all my thoughts so blue.
Yet the comfort that comes from your soothing voice
Makes it hard for me to make a choice.
I crave the gentle touch of your hand;
I fear the intimacy I want so bad.
The closer I get to you
Increases the risk of losing you.
I am deathly afraid
That everything will change.
07.19.2019
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
