How many a time does my mind wander?
To the prospects of a love such as so,
One that presents itself fully to me,
Yet, with its wind and air, I cannot go.
Irrational fear comes with the offer,
Denial is the best path,
A petal falls,
One that I cannot catch
Never playing the game of do or don't,
But do play the game of love,
His hand I cannot take,
My fear traps mine in my glove.
Impossible to tell another,
Exactly how I feel,
The child that lives within me,
Convinces me it is real.
His words hang in the air,
Like an emotion left untold,
And like a small child who grasps their mother's hand,
I refuse to lose my hold.
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