Here is the final product of Unaware.

“Unaware”
Sitting in the corner, waiting to talk to you.
Wishing the words would begin to flow,
Like the river next to the plateau.
It’s time to step up, for this is something overdue.

If my knees stay strong, and not grow weak,
Then I’ll attempt to get past the start.
And allow the rest to flow from within my heart.
Yet again I postpone it til later in the week.

The week goes by, and the sun goes down.
My chances of talking with you have past.
I opened my eyes, to see the week fly by fast.
If only I could have turned my decisions around.

The guilt has swelled up in the back of my head.
Of how I was closed off from you and unable to share,
Your meaning in my life; and now I must remain unaware,
From knowing just what you might have said.

By: Ginger Smith
5-10-06