Fear In Rejection
On nights like these I miss her most.
To have her here to pull her close.
Why can’t I tell her how I feel inside?
My beating heart or my foolish pride.
Her flowing hair and silky skin,
To be without would be a sin.
I must tell her!
And she will be mine!
I think I will tell her…
The next time.
Steve Crabtree
Copyright © Steve Crabtree | Year Posted 2009
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