200/95 Poem by Treason

Pinned down by doubts,
of what can and what can be.

Are these just temporary,
Or is my heart racing permanent?

The biggest things that makes me skirmish,
is the way that you make me skirmish
and the way that you can do it on cue.

Do you think the same for me?
I can only hope that it can be.

You're the one and only,
the crème de la crème
and all I can do is talk.

All I can do it wait.
But I hope I don't wait too long.
For when my heart stops racing for you,
it'll beat no longer.