• I think to myself
    and look thrice ahead
    Yes, no yes,
    I argue in my head.

    I build up my courage,
    I'm ready to go!
    But the idea of disappointment
    depresses me so

    I turn red
    at the mention of the name
    Scared as a fool
    who plays this silly game.

    Maybe I should man up,
    toughen my soul
    bring forth the words
    of my heart's whole

    But Alas I cannot
    For I am much to weak
    My chin starts to sink
    as I attempt to speak.

    That's it!
    I'm tired of this!
    It's now or never,
    I will show my true bliss!

    I will tell her tonight
    upon how I feel
    and if she denies me,
    I have yet to show her still!