Out On a Limb

If I told you how long I’ve liked you, what would you say? Would we still be friends? I could go out on a limb, and see if you saw me as more than a friend, but what if you didn’t? What if finding out scared you away? Could I handle rejection along with your loss? Then again, what if by some grace of God, you felt the same, but were always too timid to admit? I can let this feeling pass away, but I know from history that it will comeback another day, Maybe not tomorrow, but it will be back, it’s a feeling I never seem to truly kill, and until I find out the truth, I don’t think I ever truly will