I think I love him well enough today,
To tell him that I feel for him this way.
But something in my mind will now let me
Reveal the thoughts to him he cannot see.
This liability is shyness, yes;
It overwhelms my soul, I do confess.
Who knows what wonderful relationship
Will blossom from a pretty quaint friendship?
I honestly believe I'll change my ways
And end this immature and evil phase.
I'll tell him that I need and love him much
Although he me reject me, I'll know such.
To tell him will erase my meekness, and
I'll never have to fear my fear again.
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Barb Dukeman
After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.
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