I know I frighten you
I know you care
I know you want to know me
But you don’t dare
I want you to talk to me
I want you to share
I know I can’t ask you
It wouldn’t be fair
Maybe One Day you’ll dare
Maybe One Day you’ll share
Maybe One Day it’ll be fair
Maybe One Day…
Penelope Connor -- ink girl poet
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Reblogged this on The Original Genevieve Dewey and commented:
A nice little poem from my friend Penny. Her blog is 18+ so follow the link only if, like me, you are an openminded person.
Spanks you kindly!! :)-