Burning Plains

But im afraid. Its too late.
Ground falls from underneath.
There isn't much to feel. Doubt in me rules me. Tries to make me urge me.
Urge me to choose weakness over strength. Make me think and look back .
I was trying to play my part.
Through everyone's laugh and echoing love, the river that cuts across is my alone, my love to all i see.
Its fantasy now, just fantasy to try and show that it really is me, irrevocably really having an affection for everyone in my sight.
An affection to be the noor of all their eyes, and to slowly stroke all to slumber.
And while my heart yearns that I be loved and seen for who i am, sweet, small and a dog lapping around for intimacy...
my mind convinces me that I do not need reciprocation; just a way to show. When my fear squeezes my throat, and blinds my eyes...
I just got to remember to keep breathing.
My alone moulds me, but the doubt and guilt...never leaves me.
And here once more I lie, wanting to beg all who hear, for a person to teach, and want me for who i am truly.
But maybe I already have that person...