I have a thing or two on my mind one is you, the other to find
a safe place a refuge a place to let truth
be itself but not known left unsaid and alone
Maybe I'll share it when I'm desperate I'll sadly pair it with you
I have a hard time letting people in. It did not always used to be like that, and I swore to my mother I would always be a free, fun-loving soul. But that has changed, inevitably I am told.