Can I please hold your hand while walking in the park? Will you be my man and hold me in the dark? Can't find the words to say exactly how I feel. What if this feeling fades? or what if it's not real? Poems are so cheesy. You say you're cheesy, too. It's not very easy letting myself trust you. Why should I fear honesty? I'm so sick of being cowardly!
The art of discretion is a fine one, and it takes a lot of practice. I don’t want to be a coward, I won’t ever let myself be a coward ever again, but knowing that I lack the discretion necessary to make calculated decisions does put a bit of a damper on things, wouldn’t you say?
Discretion is the better part of valor, after all!
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