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I thought tonight would be the night, the night I've been waiting for. Tonight I would have told you- nay- confessed to you the genuine, heartfelt love I have for you.*

Tonight nothing happened, again. I saw your face, the same face that quivers my insides and makes my heart beat in slow motion, and I knew I could tell you absolutely nothing about my fiery desires for you.

So you still know nothing and suspect everything.
I still mumble the same mantra to myself about how I'm doing the right thing, waiting for the right time. But it's flat out b u l l s h i t and I know it. I'm scared to love, scared to lose, scared to ***** it up.

They say time heals all wounds but the wounds that love inflicts has no healing. Time can merely stitch up your cuts and tell you not to stress them, lest they burst apart and leave you bleeding out again.
Only love can heal love, and you and I are *TOO SCARED TO JUMP!
Totally fictional. Enjoy! :)
They walk by brisk
Covered in umbrellas
On high heels with ankles
Of no appeal

They grab the shaft
With both hands
As the wind tries to steal
Their umbrage

With agility
They skip over puddles
As I marvel
At the procession

With destined determination
They ****** on
As spiked high heels
Grapple on cobblestone

Rainy day women
In gray coats and wet umbrellas
Under overcast skies
With no hellos or goodbyes
Fear what you will find.
Fear the canines and their terrible bark.
Fear them.
Fear the things that lurk in the dark.
Fear it.
Fear the victim's blood curdling cry.
Fear it all.
Fear the blood eagle body and the killer's eye.
Fear death.
For do you know
Where you go
After death?
And do you know
Truth from lies?
Or what it's like so
To lose your eyes?
What did you hear
About the unknown?
And why do you fear
Just being alone?
But why should you fear
Anything at all?
Fear makes you panic;
It makes you feel nervous.
You'll cringe at the sound of a breaking stick
Then you'll start feeling anxious.
So don't fear,
Fear nothing.
What they say, you don't hear.
False are some things
But in truth, they're also in your mind.
"Reveal thy true self."

Mandatory poetry task for school, on the topic of fear.
Also, "blood eagle body"? Yea, I had been reading a detective series at that time, "Traces" I think it was called.
it is another floral day,
with spring skies
and sunshine.

cotton fabrics,
bloom.

sbm.
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