Being Scared

I am scared
Knowing I dared
To confess this love
Thinking I'd be a dove


Thinking of what you think of me
I am scared
I just want to be made happy
How idiotic I dared

Call me what you used to
Tell me what to do
I'll do whatever you say
As long as they heal today

Notes: An old poem I never posted here. Just a simple Green Tinted Sixties Mind thought.