Tipycal coward

Close your eyes,
Let me close them for you.
Warm skin under my cold fingers,
Sweaty palm doesn't run smooth,
Keeps sticking on your dry cheek.
Why do you shiver?
My lips barely touched yours.
To be honest, I think it's me,
My whole being is trembling
Fear, anticipation ...

Wait, something's not right.
Now I understand, pathetic,
My eyes were closed too,
It was all a dream.
Stupid mind and lonely heart,
They've ganged-up on me again.
One look in the mirror and I win,
Better said, I lose.

Days pass, then I forget
Hope takes over and fools me,
So I fly, only to drown.
I start to want and run away from it,
Then I don't want, but pray for it.
So, in the end, all I do is freeze
And just ask myself why, WHY?