palms sweating <br />lips quivering <br />eyes widening <br />as I see you draw near <br /> <br />Oh, god make it stop <br />if it dosent end soon she may hear the beats of my heart <br />as she gets closer it speeds up <br />enough, so it slowly tears apart <br /> <br />with that grin <br />her arms they open <br />as She almost screams my name <br />we hug, as true friends tend to do <br /> <br />I spent the rest of the nite wondering what could be, or have been <br />to tell my feelings is hard <br />so I simply wrote this poem <br />even though <br />she will never know <br />that this is for her<br /><br />Born Frustrated<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nerves-2/
