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He reaches for my hand,
For he knows,
The shadows of my soul...
He knows me,
Every echo of my being,
Yet, I know him not,
Have turned away in fear-
He whispers such kind words,
But I have heard them before,
And they fall on deaf ears,
I do not believe a word he says,
Though he hopes I may one day…
He reaches for my hand,
And I pull it away,
Wondering out loud,
Why we can’t just hold off awhile,
How much I hate his sad smile,
Making me feel so bad,
That I have made him sad…
But I need him to know,
That there is no way I can show
What I am feeling tonight,
Such a terrible fright!
I don’t want to be that close!
Can’t start over again,
Don’t even want a friend!
Can't he see,
Understand...?
He comes far too fast,
For my slow heart...
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Excellent
William
~Trish~
Romantic You!
TRASK
tony
reluctant reluctance!
Write on, Retta!
Leland
If his feelings for you are genuine, he will work on your time frame.
Hugs,
The Voice
Great thinking and writing
Amor
I hope he takes it slow...
and allow love to grow...
Jenni
Nice write
"He whispers such kind words,
But I have heard them before,
And they fall on deaf ears,
I do not believe a word he says,"
Mister
Beautifully written.