You're just shy
Of an inch away
From my hand
That makes my
Hand
Shake and sweat.
Not the regular kind
The kind that
Rattle your teeth
And drench you whole.
I stare at
The picture
I have of you
And sit and
Remember
What hasn't
Happened yet.
You're just shy
Of inching closer.
Can you feel
That I'm
Nervous
Too?
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
You're just shy
Of an inch away
From my hand
That makes my
Hand
Shake and sweat.
Not the regular kind
The kind that
Rattle your teeth
And drench you whole.
I stare at
The picture
I have of you
And sit and
Remember
What hasn't
Happened yet.
You're just shy
Of inching closer.
Can you feel
That I'm
Nervous
Too?
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