It all started with a sign…
Those signs, why do they make so much damn sense?
Words said for conversation’s sake, spoken with such unknowing blunt force.
Then, the conversation where I hear of possible uncomfortable feelings toward me…
Then prom, when I sat there, gazing into those eyes that thankfully changed me.
Those eyes, they showed me the world, all in a night of chilling at the school park.
Those eyes, connected to the being who makes it so I am not an unhappy person…
Those eyes did not gaze back.
It seemed they wandered to other sights, to see beyond the moment, which I, only inside, desired to be more…
To the sides they viewed, but I just wanted a minute to bask in their healing beauty;
Those cerulean eyes that persuaded my emotions to stay on course.
My deepest fears stem directly from the rich soil of my love for you.
I know for a fact we can be friends forever.
But I disbelieve I would ever love anyone the same way that I love you.
The way my life always has been tells me I won’t find anyone that I feel more love for than you.
Even if only in my world…
I fear I don’t know the reality on both sides of this, the most sensitive topic I’ve ever pondered.
My fears are the bludgeoning goblins that cripple my movement.
My fears halted me from discussing the observations I’ve made…
These unpredictable signs, unreadable for sure, but interpretable to relativity.
Forcing my fears to show through the clouds as more than just a fear.
Have they now - in all my time of simply being the person I am - become reality?
I just don’t understand…
Is waiting truly the way to go, or an extension of precious time to decide what one wants.



-Danny Wharton

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