Burdensome Baggage

BURDENSOME BAGGAGE Each time I look at your eyes I see passion care worshiping trust For all I know is how much I lose myself in your breath Your touch, your smile Yet sometimes am scared that my burdensome baggage I carry along marked all over me Will hold you back caging you once again I know am scared of losing you For I am afraid someday you may het weary of it The talks, the looks The thought that maybe I am not yours For sometimes I know it tires you To know that many men marked me That once I had dirty money That before your worshipping I was wanted and unwanted Used but not loved Emotionless, a prostitute.