Monday, May 16, 2011

*go easy on me.

Darling, darling, I am so afraid,
terrified to face my fears.
What will become of us?
Is a "maybe" worth the tears?

They all said no,
they all said run,
they all said be safe.
I didn't stray.

I wrote on my hand
the words "have no fear."
flirting with my own demise,
those words no longer dear.

My courage fell flat

Be bold, be bold, I say,
I must, I must, it's the only way
to find something worth it all
in this hard and scary haul.

(true story.) I'm trying out poetry, but it's a long process I want to hopefully excel in someday. I'm working on it.
This scares me to death, because if it's any true, I'm always in your dreams, but you're never in mine. :/

1 comment:

Kay said...

wonderful, wonderful poem!

You certainly have a knack for poetry, and an impressive ability to capture emotion :)