Afraid To Care
I see a girl and I ask myself,
Isn’t she a beauty?
But I’m reminded of a scare.
I see that girl and I wish to myself,
What a picture we’d be.
But I just don’t dare.
I see that girl and I tell myself
To try and see,
But I’m afraid I’ll care.
I see the girl and berate myself,
Tell her of me.
But I’m afraid to bare.
I see that girl and I ask myself,
What does she see?
And I wish I could share …
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