I know I have been a fool,
No idea how to play it cool.
I pray and confess,
But still seem to obsess.
Wondering morning, noon, and night,
Does he read the words I write?
And this tingle on my skin,
Begging for his touch again…
Beneficial? Probably not.
Repeated rejection hurts a lot.
My mind knows I should turn away,
But my heart urges me to stay.
Does he appreciate that I try?
Or prefer I just say good bye?
I could still be patient for a while,
If he kept trying to make me smile.
what I’ve been up to