You,
Standing there
Covered in a jacket of confidence.
Me,
Standing here
Cloaked in a blanket of insecurities.
Perhaps if I felt a chill
You would fling your jacket over my shoulders
And for a moment
I could muster the confidence
To run instead of walk.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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