Confront
I look out for you in crowd But fear to confront Fear that one fine day I'll see you standing in front of me, With another girl, Happy. But pass me, without even a hi, While I'll gasp with realisation that it was over a decade ago. With a thought that I wasn't good enough for you Or I was obsessed with idea to be perfect, And lost you in that process. I fear the things I've forgotten about us, That one encounter will bring back those disastrous moments I've not able to let go of Will never be able to. You've been wondering what is it That makes me want to stay with burned ashes of feelings we exchanged I've not been able to search for the answer in years, You were right, it's obsession. Obsession of not believing the devil you turned out to be, For finding the inner truth and kindness I fell for, But she becomes the Lucky one to have it. God bless her. I fear to ask you out, Cause last time you gifted ...