I have tried to keep the door shut
but your eyes have wedged it open
Pools of beauty,
drawing me in
I see right through you
My transparency probably equal
My will to run,
to resist,
much greater
Angst about disruption
disorder
chaos
Fear of hurt,
everything that could go wrong
a barricade to all that might be perfect
Yet there is a song in my heart
placed there by you
So whilst the ending is unknown
and the beginning is in question
I cannot deny
that with you
there is a story waiting to be told.
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