The Motions

The past is there, But I try to ignore, The feelings that I had before. But all in vain, I slowly slip, Back into your loving grip. Indecisive, I can't explain, The reasons that I feel this way. Inquiring now, I ask the truth: Do you still feel the same way too? Nervously, I pass you by, And still keep in my mind of why. I can't approach, I fear the worst. But most of all, I fear the word: "No."