Worried sir?
Don't take offence  
It is a simple matter of competence

Through my triumphs & torture
I seem to have grown
A terror of letting
Ones heart be my home


and you see right through me


I need not wish to cause you pain
But I am a bird
Without her cage

Guess what baby?
The tides are high!
I've always been afraid of heights
But I'll fly


trace
the                      
shadows
                    and
watch
the                      
rain
                      with
me
love                  

                

True to your horoscope
Beautiful sensitivity
For only you wish to be loved
& the tears wiped from your cheek

Sir,
I ask you to let me soar;
Though I'll travel the entire ocean
I will always turn back up on shore.  


*my minds not stable enough at this time,
I wish to only speak to you
with light in my eyes