Sat, 03/19/2016 - 15:11 -- Adynna

Seems like ever since we met

I've been on this daring mission

to dismiss or validate

This growing condition


Once mistaken for just lust

It's so much greater

a feeling once lost to mental rust

and a heart riddled with scars


My player persona crumbling

heart racing "a date... let's go on a date"

I lose my nerve; Silence

Just thinking it and the butterflies are rumbling


Since the words elude me 

in person while chatting

I'll try it right here

"Will you go out with me Mary"

This poem is about: 
My community


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