Like a coward collapses under fear.
My eyes can no longer restrain the tears
And like a fool who doesn’t think before he speaks.
My mouth can no longer repress my tongue.

The words escape without conviction.
They fall into an awkward spill.
And like a psychic who possesses no foresight
I attempt to envision our future.

Can this treasure last?
My doubt rises as an upwelling.
And like a believer who questions Christ’s existence,
My thoughts often dance with wonder.

I’m tired of being this fool staring down the well,
Straining my eyes when I’ll never see the bottom.
Wasting dimes on impractical wishes
And nickels on unachievable dreams.

Where’s my antidote to these feelings?
Call me hopeless. Call me unrealistic.
My thoughts are a tangled web of immaturity.
That even I fail to understand at times.

There are no rules to romances.
No pattern in our behavior.
Just let me love how I need to love.
Just give me time.

Because...
When I’m in your arms
Im falling through the sky.
And when I hear your voice.
I realize, This is the last thing I want to mess up.

I refuse to be love’s coward.

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