I cant explain the confusion
of loving an emotion
but worrying all the while
it will slowly slip away.
What worry's bread this feeling
that tears apart all meaning
into a quick in growing
rational pile of remains.
I hold my breath to stop my thinking
but sigh with heart that's sinking;
perhaps I have been fearing
that it's me who'll run away
Though the past has told a story,
future's bound to find new glory,
but my soul has been left emptied
with each friend who's gone away.
So as you come in nearer
my heart begins to shiver.
Do I trust that as I build you up
you still will choose to stay?
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