another thing to think about
whether or not
we have yet another chance
at this
scary is this
thing called love
as my heart is tied up in
knots
wanting to put my trust
in you
in us
my palms stay sweaty
lumps form in my throat
needing to
say those words to you
wanting to hold you
near to
me
wanting to say
yes
wanting to forget the
hurt
pain
sorrow
life