Anonymous

I see them everyday with my eyes; the fire burns brightly but is as dark as the night. I try to speak but my nerves hinder my progression, my feelings act as though this may be my obsession. I am haunted by this person and the way I feel for them, constantly watching as if though I am so far; time and time again. I finally muster up some type of courage to speak, as my legs and muscles tense up and get weak. You should never think about how fast you can say "Bye", but always think about what’s right to say after you say "Hi"