A Little Down
I'm going crazy and feeling lost
I know the price, but what is the cost
Of leaving myself open to you
Searching only for the truth
Back and forth, up and down
Falling fast to the ground
Whirlwinds spring like wildflowers
Sitting alone, counting the hours
Fear of losing myself completely
Getting too deep, feeling to needy
How far will this really go
Why do I feel compelled to know
I never thought I'd do this again
But I met you, that's when it began
Now I'm here in this place
Left in the dark with no compass
Copyright © Angelina Dickson | Year Posted 2011
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