I really want to love you.
But I’m scared you might spoil me rotten.
Or chew me up like a dogs bone.
You might love me tenderly,
or let me go easy…
It’s all the same.
You are the risk.
If I was explicit you’d lose interest.
But if I don’t let you know, how can you know?
Boys are so slow in figuring out what they want at the right time.
A guy once said to me, “Girls know in 10 minutes, guys in 10 years…”
So far it seems to be true.
you make me laugh,
Fill up my day –
You are who I think about.
I needed to let this out,
to let this go…
Cause the way things are going…
my love for you is confined to this poem.