Do not fall into the pit, you may struggle to climb out.
If I could tell you, could ask you, could speak,
My innermost thoughts imbue.
Would you join in my honesty?
And show me
How the world looks from your shoe?
If I had the bottle, the balls, the guts,
I’d share my feelings with you.
But I am no warrior,
Brave and bold,
And so, from afar, I pursue.
I can smell your scent in the air I breathe,
Fresh and musky like bamboo.
Aroma, the soft comfort,
But why, I cannot construe.
I can hear your deep voice, your words, your speech,
Toxic and sticky like glue.
Things said cannot be unheard,
Stain the chest like a tattoo.
I can see your body, your face, your eyes,
Those pools of a brownish hue.
Do not stare at the bare soul
Else fall in
The pit of guilty fondue.
I can’t ask you to share your heart with me,
As precious a being as you,
I haven’t had the courage,
Guess friends will have to make do.