Open up
Vulnerability.
My fear
Yes, it creeps on me like the past
it holds on to me like a baby being fed
it consumes alot.
to open up, to let someone in
when will my heart rest
Love.
an unexpected thing
a thing i never wanted a part of
who will accept me and my secrets
Vunerbilty speaks
it calls to me
"let me out "
"let me shine"
"let me be"
You know Vunerbility is a beautiful thing
I never knew
to be able to let a stranger in
to be able to persevere when it is used against you
in every case it is beautiful
But never be too vulnerabal
For a lover can turn to a stranger
and a friend to a foe
and once that happens
I crawl back into my shell
I craddle my Vunerbilty
and once again
I am afraid.
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