Absolutely terrified.
Shaking in complete and utter fear.
Currently, that's me.
Typing up a confession,
Unlike anything I've ever written,
In the middle of the night.
The dark closing in like a cloak
Just for me to hide inside of.
But I know that this confession,
It must see the light of day.
And when it does I'll feel more naked
Than on the day that I was born.
I just hope the blanket I get wrapped in
Is one made up of your warm arms.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Absolutely terrified.
Shaking in complete and utter fear.
Currently, that's me.
Typing up a confession,
Unlike anything I've ever written,
In the middle of the night.
The dark closing in like a cloak
Just for me to hide inside of.
But I know that this confession,
It must see the light of day.
And when it does I'll feel more naked
Than on the day that I was born.
I just hope the blanket I get wrapped in
Is one made up of your warm arms.
