The Motions
The past is there,
But I try to ignore,
The feelings that I had before.
But all in vain,
I slowly slip,
Back into your loving grip.
Indecisive,
I can't explain,
The reasons that I feel this way.
Inquiring now,
I ask the truth:
Do you still feel the same way too?
Nervously,
I pass you by,
And still keep in my mind of why.
I can't approach,
I fear the worst.
But most of all, I fear the word:
"No."
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