I could tell you what’s going on with me…
Or we could go out and eat ice cream.
Truth is, I just don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t know where to start.
We could do tonnes of things.
We could watch a film (something full of mystery),
Or talk about our dreams.
Think about it.
Everything going on inside this heart,
will have us walking on ice, thin.
I could tell you why I’m moving,
Back into my shell.
Or we could really get moving…
Dance , laugh…I know we’ve both got some stories to tell.
Let me be honest with you.
Confrontation isn’t really my thing.
The truth is, I don’t want to mess this up.
Turns out, that’s the only thing I’m doing.
via Daily Prompt: Or