~Dusty Mantles~
Mixed up feelings grip my heart, not knowing what to do I fall apart. Suffocating sadness, this rent emotion more then I can bare. Head over heals I've fallen for you yet my past haunts me once more. Humbled by this torment wishing it would end; insecurities settle the score. I love you I say but my actions are that of a man confused. Cowardly I speak as this anxious fear empties all that is you. Terrified I look into your eyes seeing the pain I've caused. Your heart on your sleeve once again you look into the eyes of your past. How can I hurt the one I love? The one that gives me so much . Apprehensive I speak my first words of forgiveness. I pray that God will soften your ears to receive. Never really knowing if we'll come back from this my heart is reeling. We'll be OK you and I will make it in this world for we have the secret of life. Loving is easy when we let go of past strife. But holding on to what was has become what is, looking at what could be is always easy through the tarnished lens of pain. Making what could be what is, therein we find the fears we save up, placed high on the mantle of our soul. The places we never dust, collecting is what we do saving for that special day when they will come out to play.
