What if I told you...

A short poem about the fear of falling in love.

What if I told you I wouldn’t know how to be, if I looked for you and you hid from me?
What if I told you I wouldn’t know how to breathe, if you looked me in the eyes and asked me to leave?
What if I told you I wouldn’t know how to live, if I reach out my hand and you had nothing left to give?
What if I told you I wouldn’t know what to say, if I woke up to find that you’d walked away?
What if I told you I wouldn’t know what to do, if living meant spending a day without you?
What if I told you I wouldn’t know how to sleep, if I got rejected after falling so deep?
What if I told you I wouldn’t know how to act, if I said I love you and you didn’t say it back?
And what if I told you that all of this was true, and I wrote it last night while thinking of you?

Author's Note

Have at it. All thoughts are welcome.

Reviews

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Then I would slowly get up, keeping my pace
Look deep into your eyes, longing for my embrace
and whisper softly in your ear:
you don't have to tell me.. I know my dear...
--ohh sorry got a bit carried away.. but you said: have at it :))

lovely poem!

[Raymmar]

Well that is quite a fitting response. Thanks for taking the time.

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:) you are welcome