The misadventure which is my life,
Has been full of demons and even strife.
I have dreamt of more, dared to hope.
A life of passion, is it within my scope?
By my admission you know my fear,
Afraid to embrace my desires, my dear.
Sincerity, a desire for perfection
My moral views guiding my affection.
I didn’t go looking for a forbidden relation
And find myself scared regarding my elation.
A struggle within me continues to ensue,
As I find myself wishing for you.
Is it my youth or simply me?
Why can’t I believe myself free?
I feel dejected at my present state,
Can I “grow up” before it’s too late?
Is today the day a decision must be made?
How long do I have until your feelings fade?
You heard my thoughtful “ums”—listening as my mind spun,
And now for the first time ever I’m sharing—wondering will you run?