nervous

nervous

A Poem by Scooby

Nervous

by Nick Workman

.. ..

Achieving goals

Means taking a chance.

Filling the holes

Means giving another glance.

Each chance, though

Seems to leave me stressin'.

Everywhere I go

Seems to just be another lesson.

My sickness

Is karma catching up.

But you’ll witness

I’m not giving up.

Soon we’ll be square

And I’ll fall in love again.

And all I bear

Will let me begin

Something perfect

With the one who’s worth it.

And that, angel, is why I’m nervous.

© 2009 Scooby


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Added on September 19, 2009

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