It’s too good to be true so I quiet my mind. It’s too good to be true so I quiet my heart.
It’s too good to be true so I quiet my gut feelings first thing from the start. This conflicted heart. Fears, years, fears, years. When that one true love is finally near is it too late? Or is it time for fate?

I yearn for love something that’s so easy and hard to have. I yearn for a connection something that’s so easy and hard to keep. I yearn for more but I have gratitude down deep. Down deep is where I keep all of my truths asleep. Begging to be seen to be understood. But who would?

We are always told to not play with fire when we were younger. Always being told. How bold? As you get older the fires begin to pop up everywhere. Sometimes almost hard to bear. fires can come in ways we couldn’t compare. With age does come with some despair. In the end people are really good at handing me the lighter to set the bridges I burn on fire. it’s always after I cross, don’t look back it’s no loss.