Too soon
#13 of Poems
2014
Those four words,
one question.
Will you be mine?
I just want it
to roll out of my mouth.
But I can't spit it out.
My lips; they're frozen shut
My fear is intensifying
But I can't bring myself to do it
It's too soon, isn't it?
Too soon to make you mine?
But I fear...
I fear someone will take you away...
take you away before I get the chance...