Afraid to have my heart broken; shattering on the ground spilling dreams that were warm now surrendering to the cold tiles of an afterlife of betrayal.
Afraid to feel my heart torn losing any knowledge I once knew of love, thrown into an existence of a million regrets falling on the ground of failure.
Afraid to hear my heart crying, listening to the sounds of strength rupturing; then I would know I cannot stop the echoing of hurt screaming inside of me, the travel of weakness within me.
Afraid to smell flowers of pain born, blooming sadly withering the periphery of my heart’s desire to fall in need and imagine a destiny of happiness; A garden collapsing to a weed of sorrow.
Afraid to have my heart broken
Afraid to feel my heart torn
Afraid to hear my heart crying
Afraid to smell flowers of pain born
Afraid to know you and then to lose
Afraid to know you and then to receive
The news that true love can deceive
Afraid to look out into a world of a trembling shadow
Where walls close me in a darkened hollow
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