Remorse

21 October 2002

I feel a sort of remorse,
For whatever might I've done,
Sorry I let you hang like that,
A desire to hurt, I have none.

Sometimes my words get stuck,
And my feelings cease their flow,
My heart would skip a beat,
And my mind would begin to slow.

An eternity left of pain,
Is not what I so wish,
Scared, am I, of being hurt,
Those fears I have to vanquish.

To finally let one in,
Is somewhere close to rare,
Getting closer to the edge,
I hope you sincerely care.

I've thrown all walls away,
And put aside my shield,
This door now, I have opened,
All my emotions you wield.

There's one last thing I ask,
For you to please be kind,
Be wary of my feelings,
And never trick my mind...

Tanya LeeAnn