Treasure Island

Rachel Finley

(12-11-1992 / south dakota)

Afraid


I
was wondering
if you knew
that you stole my heart and broke it
when I heard that
you were afraid of me
and just so you know
I am afraid of you too
but they are two different kinds of fear
you are afraid of me and
my friends botherin’
you non stop
but I am afraid
that I maybe fallin’ in love with you
if you are afraid of me,
it’s not right
to keep ignoring me
if you hate me
and you never want
to see me again
tell me
and I will leave
but then I would be afraid
that I
would never see you again

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2008
Edited: Sunday, April 06, 2008
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  • Rani Turton (4/7/2008 8:45:00 AM)

    Fears are part of the emotional process. Love is a teacher that shows you sometimes you don't have to be afraid. (Report) Reply

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