I wrote this about a girl that I know who, at times, makes me feel that she likes me for more than just a friend. Just at the moment when I get the courage to let her know that I feel the same way, I chicken out and don't show my true feelings. One day...maybe.
I'm Here, Waiting
There are days when I feel so lonely. There are days when I'm afraid.
I want to tell you that I love you only, will you care about what I have to say?
There are nights when I wonder, who it is that has your attention.
The craving to see you is more than a hunger, but I lack the courage to walk up to you and mention, that my love for you drives me insane.
But, alas, today I have decided that I will share my feelings with you.
I will simply pour out my heart.
Will you embrace me and kiss me and tell me that you love me?
Or will my words push us further apart?
But then again, what if my words cause us to be distant
what if they make you not view me the same
how I am supposed to picture us together forever
when I'm not able to live with that pain?
So I guess I'll just go on pretending
that it's best to simply be "friends"
that's better than us completely ending
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