Nervousness

by Grunge Angel   Dec 20, 2010


Quiet like children's feet
Tension when our eyes meet
Fumble; I'm scared to speak
Stop this game

My train of thought; derailed.
My heart becomes my sail
Biting like tooth and nail
Let me in

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  • 13 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love those clipped feelings you share here....that beginning innocent simile that turns into a nervous need. A desire if you will.

    Short, concise yet leading to something more intricate.
    Wonderfully portrayed.

    God bless you.
    ~MaryAnne

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