A poem about taking the next step.

When he looks at me,


and calls my name

doesn't mean I have to do the same.


Maybe he's not what you think,

maybe he's not that great.

But he can't be so bad

if all he wants is a date.


To think you're too late

just because his mother can't wait

to be shown a ring,

doesn't mean that's where you need to aim.


Because doesn't being in love and being scared feel the same?

The End

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