Afraid, I still am;
for what have been and what could be.
Doubtful, I’ve always been;
of the truth and what lies beneath.
Vulnerable, I always am;
my broken pieces he patched up and healed.
Strung, that I can’t deny;
my heart is his and always will be.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
