cold feet

“Cold Feet

Yeah…

It’s crazy what a hallway can hold.

A locker door, a folded page, a name you never said out loud.

Keyonna Wiggins… ❤

Listen.

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I had cold feet, but my heart stayed warm,

Every time you smiled, I felt that storm.

I wrote love letters with no signature,

Hoped you’d feel me through the locker door.

You sat right there, right across from me,

But I played shy like it wasn’t deep.

Now I’m grown, still chasing that memory—

Keyonna Wiggins, you still do something to me.

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Back then, bell rings, sneakers squeak, heart race, palms sweat,

I’m acting cool but I’m panicked, I ain’t learn that calm yet.

High school halls like runways, you walk through, lights dim,

Every dude got opinions, I got poems I won’t let them.

I used to watch you laugh with your friends, shoulders up, eyes bright,

And I’d look down at my desk like “bro, don’t mess this night.”

Cold feet, yeah, I had ‘em—couldn’t step where my soul leaned,

I had a crush so loud but my mouth stayed on “low-key.”

You sat across from me in class, same room, different planets,

I’m orbiting your aura, praying nobody understand it.

Teacher talking ‘bout equations, I’m solving how to say “hi,”

But fear be doing push-ups, so my confidence stay tired.

I’d rehearse it in my head—“Keyonna, you look nice,”

Then the moment come and go and I just stare at my own life.

So I wrote.

Folded paper like secrets,

Tucked feelings in the creases,

Slid ‘em in the locker like “maybe she’ll read this.”

No name.

No claim.

Just flame.

Just me trying to love you without risking the shame.

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If you ever felt a breeze in that hallway, that was me,

If you ever heard your name in the silence, that was me.

I was brave on paper, but in person I would freeze—

I had cold feet, Keyonna… cold feet.

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I had cold feet, but my heart stayed warm,

Every time you smiled, I felt that storm.

I wrote love letters with no signature,

Hoped you’d feel me through the locker door.

You sat right there, right across from me,

But I played shy like it wasn’t deep.

Now I’m grown, still chasing that memory—

Keyonna Wiggins, you still do something to me.

⸻

Lunchroom noise like waves crash, I’m quiet in the undertow,

Watching you pick at your tray, laughing like you don’t even know—

You the headline in my head, front page, full color,

I’m the dude in the back row with the hoodie like a cover.

My homies say “shoot your shot,” I’m like “yeah… soon,”

But “soon” kept turning into seasons, then it turned into June.

Graduation gowns and cameras, everybody stepping forward,

I’m still stuck at “what if,” that’s a cage with no border.

Cold feet, that’s the curse,

A timid heart in a loud world,

I wanted to spin you like slow songs,

But I only knew how to be curled.

So I wrote in between classes, in the margins, in the notes,

Lik