So Close

See!?
There she goes.
I missed my chance.
Again.
I want to talk to her,
I really do.
Thing is,
Every time she gets close,
I chicken out.
Hold on!
It's not that I don't try,
I do,
Maybe a little too hard.
I get this idea in my head,
Of exactly what I will say,
And then I realize:
She can't read my mind!
How will she know what to say?
And that's where I fall apart.
I guess I'll just have to wing it,
Hope I don't say anything stupid,
And have fun along the way.

The End

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