Wasted Potential

The pit inside my stomach
grows with every swallow of pride
My anxiety increases
and I want to run & hide

Holding on to something
for so very long
Is perhaps crazy
or just very wrong

But something keeps on creeping
from way down deep inside
I’m frightened and excited
by this awkward wild ride

Forever captivated
by the deepness of your eyes
it’s the turmoil you create inside me
that I learned to despise

Haunted by the fact
That I may never speak to you again
I feel that I have lost
A wonderful person and potential friend