journal entry #63

i think i love you, but i am not sure,
i am scared to think that, its absolutely absurd,
i missed you while i wasnt around,
now im back, and i feel sound wiht the decisioin i am about to make,
and i hope to god for heavens sake,
that you return what i cant help but feel,
that yoiu realize the heart beatin in ma chest is real,
i wont go on my knees, i wont beg,
but for you to love me ill give an arm and a leg,
im not asking anything of you but just for you to lend an ear,
and soak in my doubts and fears,
i hope you understand why i havent said this be4,
in fear of being thrown to the floor, my emotions, my heart, cut in four,
but for men to be men they must face their fears,
time for me to switch my gears,
i hope you take my offering,
take it, set my soul free, let it sing,
if you are depper than you first give off,
then when i dive in i wont break my neck like the first time,
when i dove off,
only to find it wasnt as deep as originally thought,
trust, like love, cannot be bought,