In the middle of the day
You cross my mind
And your footprints are lasting
If I were known to feel
I might not hide it
I might embrace it
But what's in a reputation
If not repute and repetition
To break habit is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
But can I speak in dreams?
Can I speak with soul?
And maybe when it's three in the morning
And we're both heavily weary
Can I call you
And tell you I love you
Or would the hour not excuse
The boldness of my honesty
To be vulnerable is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
In the middle of the day
You cross my mind
And your footprints are lasting
If I were known to feel
I might not hide it
I might embrace it
But what's in a reputation
If not repute and repetition
To break habit is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
But can I speak in dreams?
Can I speak with soul?
And maybe when it's three in the morning
And we're both heavily weary
Can I call you
And tell you I love you
Or would the hour not excuse
The boldness of my honesty
To be vulnerable is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2014.
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