its seems the more I wait for it the scarier it becomes
The more I dream of wanting to have it again the more I wonder why it hasn't happened I often wonder if the chance has passed by and I will never get another one again
I recall saying that the last 3 times though
I have prepared myself as much as I thought was possible
But maybe that there is my mistake
There are times when you can't let yourself go with plans
Sometimes you simply have to go with emotions
I thought i was ready to do that with you but something seems to keep getting in the way
I just want to let you know and everyone else that I cannot say for certain if I am ready for it again but I think the best thing I can do is not think but act
very nice, I love the feeling of it...
but I'm sad that it feels so much like a run-on sentence.... proper punctuation would make this poem flow less awkwardly.