My heart.

My heart is a treasure
that will last forever.
It's buried deep,
& when you find it you may want it to keep.

looking through my deep eyes,
lay insecurities;
about myself,
about my soul,
about my life.
It's all about one big sacrifice.

once you find it,
you'll know everything.
through my lips I wont admit.
but will look into myself to bring.

I'm not only confused,
but I'm afraid.
I wish to be amused
and that could take a decade.

I hope with that shovel
you'll look through gravel,
stone,
and dirt
to find,
what's rightfully mine.
but could belong to you;
my heart.

For you.

why can't you look me in the eye?

I even wonder why.

I stress to think I'm insecure,

or maybe I'm not pure.

Maybe I don't want you in my soul.

I don't know what you'll pull

out of my heart.

But it's definitely soem kind of art.

Maybe I'm afraid to get hurt again.

It happens with all men.

Mostly one in particular.

for he may be familiar.

It's going to take a lot to pour myself to you,

perhaps very new,

for me at least.

but for you I'll go at ease,

because you're the one I want to please.

Searching for more.

I wimper through the thoughts in my head.
I grieve on the sorrow.
i cannot tell if it's dread.
will I even feel this tomorrow?
To my discovery;
yes.
What is the recovery?
Why am I a mess?

I know what I want to be,
but how do I set these feelings free?
I'm stuck in one big hole,
and I can't help but feel dull.

What am I looking for?
I am so confused!
I'm still searching for more.
what is it have I refused?
my inner thoughts?
my inner feelings?
I don't even know what they are!

I'm still stuck in stage one,
& I don't think I'll ever be done.