Passion in a Bottle Corked by Fear

This is a piece about me not having the courage to tell a girl how I really felt about her

I wish I wasn't such a coward
Because then I could tell you how I spend
hours thinking about how it'd be
if I could call you mine,
Just you and I walking hand in hand
through the stormiest of weather
Blind to anything trying to seperate us
Irrationally feeling invinciible in a pitiless world
being foolhardy together
I could tell you how attractive you are to me
no matter what you're wearing
Whether you have on a dress and flip flops
or a t-shirt, shorts, and keds,
I can't stop staring
Seeing you makes my heart drop to my ankles
along with my voice box
leaving me at a loss for words
despite all the thoughts in my thoughts
I could tell you how beautiful you look
in your glasses
and how I contemplate making subtle passes at you
but can't bring myself to do it
so I have to just be satisfied
with sitting beside you in multiple classes
I could tell you how