Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

01 September 2014

her/everyday

i see her everyday
and every so often i think
this is the day
that i will finally be able
collect the necessary courage
to say "hi, i like you"
and not be terrified of what the answer will be

But that is not today...

Posted by James M. Frost at 13:00
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