| 18. DO I |
| The nerves are settling in finding ways to lose my win. Loneliness has left me with a second wind. One more night to go before I try to raise my hope. Pride is always absent from opportunities I've choked. The stage is whittled down, leaving nothing but the ground. The seats long have been empty; the crowd has long been dull. I hold no fear of mine but the exception of time. I want this so bad now, but my heart she's never felt. Do I know what this will bring, when what she says means everything? I need to move now. I need to prove how. Do I think she'll fall for me, if suddenly I get weak knees? I need to hold on. I need to move on. The lights are set on dim finding ways to make me grin. The clocks now are not ticking. I pray I'll finally win. One more hour to go before she'll let her heart melt. I slide over on the couch. The cards have been dealt. She looks at me with those eyes, causing me to feel surprised. The room is bare and empty, and the moment is just right. I take her hand in mine, counting ways to take what's mine. But it's hard for me to notice. My pain I'll let her find. |