The songs he sang are still in my head

They are so beautiful

Just like his voice

And him

Look at all the lonely people

His voice rings in my head

Not fading like the rest

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

His beautiful voice

Serenading

If only he were mine

But how to tell him?

What if he rejects me?

I’m afraid!

I can’t do it

No

I can’t

He won’t like me back

He’ll hate me

He’ll be disgusted

He’ll sneer

And remain disgusted

No.

He is sweet

And understanding

And kind

He’ll not say such things

Or will he?

The doubt remains

That cursed little voice

In the back of my head

Named “Doubt”

Doubt tells me

I’ll be rejected

Hated

But I must tell him

Whether loathed or loved

Or something in the middle

Because if I don’t

The feelings will drive me wild.