I fear uttering a word.
Because I don't want to make you mad.
Much more or less see you sad.
But holding this in is so hard.
I try to reduce the pain but I know it, I just add.
Every time I don't say this for the fear of being seen bad.
But can I trust your past?
That you won't ever turn back?
A past I Know a little about.
Because every time I ask, I open new wounds up.
And believe me you, I hate seeing you hurt.
But then your comfortability becomes my plight.
And I have to pretend I'm wrong when I'm right.
Unanswered questions and uncleared doubts, every day I fight.
Can I trust your past?
That you won't ever turn back?
Many battles inside.
Lots of wounds and all I can do is watch the oozing blood.
From a hurting heart,pain I can't hide.
Will I lose my love and my pride?
Because I've heard how for love, hearts have died.
Can I trust your past?
That you won't ever turn back?.
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THE UNSURE STEP
PoetryPoetry telling of doubts in relationship,,the feeling of not knowing if its better to let go or to go on, because of the unsureness of what tomorrow may. The insecurity of love,a love dilemma
