Convinced of my deception

I’ve always been a fool

I fear this love reaction

Just like you said I would

A rose could never lie

About the love it brings

And I could never promise

To be any of those things

If I was not so weak

If I was not so cold

If I was not so scared of being broken,

Growing old

I would be…

I would be…

I would be…

Blessed are the shallow

Depth they’ll never find

Seems to be some comfort

In rooms I try to hide

Exposed beyond the shadows

You take the cup from me

Your dirt removes my blindness

Your pain becomes my peace

If I was not so weak

If I was not so cold

If I was not so scared of being broken,

Growing old

I would be…

I would be…

I would be…

…frail.

Humbly,

michelle