I wish I could tell you what my real thoughts are. I know what to say but can't; that's my lot To sit admiring meekly from afar And to always want what I haven't got.
Your smile makes brighter the sunniest day And mine is frozen in inconstant fear. Alone, I phrase the words I want to say But my mind empties when you come near.
I'm flustered like a frightened five-year-old. Everywhere, I feel your hand on my throat, Touching my face. I try to be bold, But instead, I blather nothings learned from rote.
Nothing binds you here; soon you'll slip away When I can't begin to ask you to stay.
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