My Being.!

My mind is soft, see how I think with such fragile words.

My heart beats with a fear, listen how love ponders with a caution.

My arms are open with a guard, they hold a strength to embrace but comtemplate.

My hands grasp to a let go, either the play grip to a stay or hold on in a move on.

My body is a sex symbol, it craves to his lust and shape envy to her sight.

My life well be's, it supplies mistakes lessons from a been.

My world is in a crumble, the pieces build me to a stand strong.!