foxysmallz4 Poetry (2)

The path to take, stuck deep in thought, a lot at stake,
all these years, the constant battles the constant fears. all the nights alone with only my tears. I stick around I fake it, for those little moments in reality where i escape it. I carry my cross and others as well, never died once and already in Hell.

Coming and going like the wind is blowing.
The hope of feelings greater keep me glowing.
The chance to be the man of your dreams keeps me growing.
It is not easy putting yourself out there having heart break, pain, and misfortunes alike but to find you I must keep going.
Dreams of holding you kissing you in all the right places.
Brings me out of the deepest of the darkest trenches a man faces.
Fear not, Come walk with me, talk with me.
Lets search the depths of each others souls.
Without taking a chance one will never know.
When I reach my final hour I want to know I did not hold back I put myself out there.
I will know I did everything in my power.
If I let the power of the feeling of fear win
I never give a Woman a way in.