Feelings stirring,
Helplessly turnning.
Just within grasp,
Too afraid to take,
That one chance.
A risk,
Of ones heart.
Learning to trust.
Feeling the pain,
Crushing.
Too fast,
Too slow.
Not at all.
Sometimes never wins,
Always falling.
Friends at first,
Benefits are true.
Lovers perhaps,
Along the road.
The ending unknown.
-- Jessi --
- 2.18.06 -
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