I sometimes wonder what will happen
If love finds me.
Here I am, hiding in the dark and
All I see is pitch black and sense the the emptiness.
I'm scared
Of breaking something that is sacred because of mistakes.
I don't want it to slip out of my hands because I couldn't take care of what is
Precious and delicate.
Love calls out for me, but I don't answer the call.
It wants to give me hope to find peace through it all.
I have searched for you in the known and unknown, and I've lost a part of my sanity.
For now, I don't want you to find me
Not until I'm ready.
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Roses bloom but I bleed...
PoetryHey you: I'm the one who drowns in his thoughts constantly, has a variety of imperfections and yearns for those qualities of a rose. See this journey as if you are riding a roller-coaster, it won't spiral out of control but it has its ups and down...
