Have you ever,
wanted someone so much,
you thought inside would bust
Then they lost your trust
A second chance,
to show who they are
Prove they did not mean to scare
Then reality becomes true
How do I stop looking like a Red Bus,
when I am in front of you
Confidence talk to me
I can hold my own you see
This time around,
the inside of me,
won't touch the ground
We can be friends,
if you confide in me
Past the scare
I can see your hand,
It is near, and not far
I know now this time,
the scare is past tense,
and, left behind,
as you have opened,
your mind, and realised,
the scare was deep,
and, not a surface kind

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney