So what would happen if I turn around?
What will I be looking at?
Will it haunt me forever?
Or will it sting me for only a second?
I don not dare find out,
My cowardess overcomes me,
My want for no distractions,
For no confusion
My distaste for stress and complications.

These feelings battle my heart,
For my heart longs for the possibility,
The tenderness,
The hope keeps this lonely heart beating,
My body longs for the sweet kisses that may derive from this action,
This simple action,
Which but takes not a second of time,
And a fraction of strength,
Yet this mind declines my heart and body's request,
So I continue on this flight,
With no conclusion...

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