Something to Offer

Written January 2, 2010

A fumbling tongue,
a quavering exit.

I’m sure someone like you
doesn’t need it painted out:

I realized
that I had
to offer.

You saw my eyes fall
my voice fade my wits flee.
You’ve seen me show
what I often try to hide.

Do you still think of me the same? (Do you want to?)

I guess these doubts aren’t unfamiliar to me.
So if I could hasten the clock,
I would turn the hands to see this through.
We all have something to offer.

I think you’re pretty swell,
so let’s meet again
and find out
what that is.

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