What's stopping you?
I could see the hesitation radiating off of her,
I saw the indecisiveness painted on her face like evening makeup.
What's the hold up?
I go to reach for her hand,
to let her know that everything is alright, but she snatched her hand away,
still deadpan staring at what's in front of her.
Stop letting yourself stop you-
I knew how prone she was to being deceived by the wind, granting it/her anxiety a voice that only she could hear.
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