Wanting you has been scary
And I admit, my heart has been weary
I don't think I could ever explain
Why caring for someone bring me physical pain
This hurt rolls off of me in waves
It hides in my soul caves
You mean something to me
And every day I wonder what this could be
You and your gentle, broken heart
Is somehow, unwillingly and unknowingly, tearing me apart
You have me ever so curious
And for a moment I forget to be serious
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
