I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.
Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.
In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.
Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?
...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?
I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.