Why am I considered strange for holding out my heart,
Bare,
In the world for all to see?

It's sad isn't it?
When blatant love for humanity
Is weird because you're
"Strangers."

I am no stranger
To love and kindness.
And if it was supposed to only be handed to those who have more time
Under thier belt,
Then I guess my clock is broken.

It could be 1 second
Or 1 year,
But I'll hold you if you feel alone
And I'll talk and listen if you
Need an ear.

My heart is naked out here
And filled with endless care.

I'm not afraid, nor will I ever be afraid,
To bleed for someone.