An Honest Poem Poem by Titto Mutunguti

What do I do?
My heart is for you.
I want to wait but can't.
My heart is in my hand
And I'm in handcuffs
What do I do?

A moment of cuddling.
Tight is what will define it
My chest is open,
My heart is hoping.
What do I do?

When I'm about to kiss,
And my lips leaping,
My heart singing,
Along the fairly fear tune.
What do I do?

Should I take the shot
Or mission abort?
I wonder,
Are we on the same boat?

What do I do?
My heart is a water can,
She is a flower pot
I water my love
That it may blossom,
What will she do?