What would happen
If I finally had the guts
to talk to you.
Would it be awkward?
The best conversation
Of my life?
Just weird?
Would I feel anything?
Butterflies swimming around
In my stomach?
If you touched me,
Would there be
Electric buzzing
Up and Down my spine?
Would you just be
Like a brother
To me?
Or would be exactly
Like I've dreamed ever since
The first time I saw you?
YOU ARE READING
Love Me, Love Me Not.
PoetryLove is different. Love is kind. Love doesn't judge. Love is always there, some place. Love doesn't leave. Love can be tough sometimes, but always works out in the end.
