There is no pine in me
I do not wait around
For the move of another
I surge forward
And fail where I may
Yearning seems futile
Why not ask the question
True answers dont falter
And I'd rather stand alone
Than not be wanted
There is little tact in me
I corageously blunder
Blurt out my intent
Let the awkward sprout
See what will bloom
Often I am rejected
This is a game of many losses
One you can't win unless you play
So I keep failing
So I keep trying
I won't know the answer
Without asking the question
I fear the silence
More than rejection
So in ask
Do you want me?
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