I was the huntress
I was the fearless
Now here I sit
Unsure, do I take a risk
Ask the pretty lady out
Or just hide in the shadows wondering
Does she even know
The truth...
Fear holds my reins
and my heart pounds
Standing in the starting gate
Fearful of what lies ahead.
I speak to her now and then
But unsure if she knows
What I really want to say.
Sitting up at night just small chatting
Nothing much really.
My indecision
Holding me
















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