I have a keen love for words
        And written language.
But when you make beautiful
        Seemingly perfect, promises...
I can't help but fall a little faster,
        Kiss a little harder,
        And trust a little deeper.
But the part of me that cowers
        Within the darkness of my mind
        Is hesitant.
Because the past has taught me
        That even the most lovely words
        Hold the sharpest daggers.