Love Waits to Bloom

Alone as always wanting a change
Watching you, this feeling is strange
Felt this way only once before
Not ending well I can’t stay in that range

Yet with my heart still sore
I feel once again, possibly even more
Than I had felt back then
Getting stronger by the day, hard to ignore

Need to stop my imagination again
Living inside my head far from any zen
Random blushing thoughts of a fling
He is oblivious to my thoughts, men…

Love waits on me to bloom, to say something
But am afraid of what the future would bring
Not willing to chance the possible sting
No bloom, the plant will die from waiting