The conduct of the fear
Introduction to the function
of life from the conception of conduct.
His caress catches me off guard.
Wanton to stay in his embrace.
Yet my inner scars compel me to flee.
Does he get me?
Does he see my plea?
Forever etched into my life – part of my unforgettable history.
Scared to be loved for fear of the ‘let down’.
Don’t condemn a man to exile without giving him the chance
to make up for past hurts betwixt by fear.
Is its so hard to believe in my inner beauty?
No wonder I can’t fathom if I have something to offer
Constantly wondering if I have what it takes to make me believe in
I am the walking dead caught in a blizzard
Desperately trying to believe warmth lies in the body of another.