I guess it would be truthful
Though maybe not so safe
To say what I am feeling
To rest inside this place
I guess it would be honest
Though full of righteous fear
To break down all these walls I’ve built
And try to let you near
I guess I could be open
But it seems I’m still the same
Afraid to have my heart pierced
Afraid of being brave
I’m guessing I could try
I’m guessing I would fail
For with love I am fearful
Of having hurt prevail
I guessed, and am still guessing
Of what to do with this
This longing to be held and known
And wanting to be kissed
I guess.
I do wonder sometimes…
I do wish.
I do need this.
I guess that I could cry now
Though tears are not my thing
Except that they are mine
And freedom lies in owning pain
I guess that I could heal
If first I let me hurt
Maybe one day I’ll reach out
And let myself be burnt
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