I wish I could
Have enough courage,
To get over my shyness,
And actually talk to you.
I regret it every time
I have a chance,
But when I see you,
I forget about regret,
I forget how to talk,
I forget how to breathe.
I don't forget how to think.
Every time I see you,
My mind goes into
Overload.
Questions racing.
Back and forth.
What if you think I'm weird?
What if you don't like me?
What if it's awkward?
What if I finally have the guts,
To actually talk to you,
But I forget how to talk?
But every night,
My mind races through
The possibilities.
Over and over again.
My heart begins to race.
What if you're waiting for me
To talk to you?
What if this could change
My life. Good or bad.
What if that was the last time
I'll ever see you?
What if I missed my chance?
What if.
What if.
What if.
What if.
Now it's just my decision.
Which 'What if' is worse?
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Author's Note:
Okay. This poem is basically about me trying to get up the courage to talk to a guy. Normally, with any other guy, I'd go straight up and talk to them. But there's something different about this one that makes me shy and scared. My friends don't understand this. Normally I'm not shy.
Anyway, this basically lists all the 'What If's. now I just have to make the decision on what the better decision is for me.
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