Hurting Love
I struggle from day to day in my own kind of way
Unwanted thoughts creep in as I try to keep them at bay
Why is it different when I want to love others
I get scared that they notice my past being uncovered
When I get close to the one I love, I get numb and pain
When you don’t know what to expect, what do you gain
Being touched is a beautiful thing,
But the feeling of hurt comes in again
After comes tears that you can’t seam to control
That’s when you start to feel that your all alone
Being able to love is a powerful thing to have
Mine feels broken like stones rolling down a mountain
Or like trying to hold water from a fountain
All I want is for to have love and passion
Where it’s tender and wanted and ever so kind
To touch and feel every moment, not the hurting kind
How I feel can be very different with pain to fear
The sort that you hate and never go near
I struggle at times just to be free, so I can be me
My wants and needs are the same for all
But mine seam to find this very tall wall
All I want is to try and mend my broken heart
I am finding it’s impossible as it tears me apart
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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