I’m a coward.

I glance at you

And I can’t stop thinking of

The lips I kissed

Ever so softly,

The arms I felt

Around my waist.

I’m a coward.

How can our love not be


When I still feel this way,

When I still dream about you?

But I’m a coward.


About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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