Question of...
So near
yet so far.
Just a question
of gathering courage;
a question
of thinking straight;
questioning
thinking straight.
I could reach out
and brush my fingers
against his.
But I won't
because I'm weak,
because I know
he might not
hold my hand.
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Life Nature Death
PoetryEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
