I can't shrug the vast curiosity For the beating heart that strives for her has become flat lined, a line that no longer represents hot coals of my love
The quivering shores are barren to the sand that we count as it is lost in winds of time and life experiences.
Fast paced indecisiveness is lost with my teenage years. As is the confidence and acceptance to sparks of love.
My soul shakes at the thought but my heart leaps from my chest like salmon up stream, forgetting the cold waters and unable to remember the tune.
For I am a bruised man.
So I cant risk the shards of this glued heart being handled again, As one drop, one fall, could mean the end of my affection.
Loving, loving and loving some more - the fear of falling again.