This Is It, Love Found Me.

May not always know
what to say,
or say the right thing.
Sometimes I'm afraid
of my own feelings,
especially love.

The feelings are finally
real.
I'm not standing here
admits someone else's
glory, or sleeping,
dreaming of things I
know I'll never get.

This is it,
love found me.

I tried to ignore the
pain,
the stains grew,
making it harder
to live.

I've always been
afraid to love;
for the longest time
I knew everything but.
I had to find myself.
I had to try and forget
everything,
deal with my pain the
best I could.

Being neglected
makes me think twice,
makes me dream bigger.

The memories tear,
still this is all the more
reason to bear.

This is it,
love found me.