lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2015

Poem

Fear of wasting time.
Fear of regretting anything, though I'd do it again.
Thankful for having you around.
Waiting for our late night walks.
Fear of closing the door too hard.
Fear of sleeping with the open door.
Love for the laughs we shared.
Nostalgia for her silent company.
Fear of not appreciating enough.
Fear of the timing never being right.
Close enough to paint the stars.
Unable to understand what's in my face.
Fear of saying it all.
Fear of telling to late.
But enough for me to carry on.

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