5/7
Fear runs deep when I feel too much
You say your intellect affords you insight and such
Then why push when I need someone to pull
Like all the rest full of bull
Trusting my instincts is all I can do
I fear good people they are far and few
I sense avoidance and that is just fine
My gifts may deceive me but they are mine
When I say I'm out it's because I know no other way
No one takes the time to make one seemingly out to play
5/7/2017
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
5/7
Fear runs deep when I feel too much
You say your intellect affords you insight and such
Then why push when I need someone to pull
Like all the rest full of bull
Trusting my instincts is all I can do
I fear good people they are far and few
I sense avoidance and that is just fine
My gifts may deceive me but they are mine
When I say I'm out it's because I know no other way
No one takes the time to make one seemingly out to play
5/7/2017
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