I've yet to tell Viola, <br />exactly how I feel. <br />I sit here looking stupid, <br />as if its some big deal. <br />But I fear her rejection, <br />cause that would bring me pain. <br />I may rip myself to shreds, <br />and never be the same. <br />It seems she likes to look at me, <br />and laugh at what I say. <br />And the hardest thing in all this world, <br />is when she goes away. <br />For what if I don't see her, <br />and never hear her voice. <br />Never feel her touch again, <br />as if its not my choice. <br />I find my self in turmoil, <br />I'm not sure if I should say. <br />These feelings Ive inside of me, <br />for Viola Grey.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-viola-grey/
