Bag boy

Scared of the new love found, because of past baggage

I am scared right now,
of the scars that just dont show,
the cuts that are deep,
The pain i just cant swallow,
I am connected to these moments,
a dull and arduous pain,
I have triumphed over these hurdles,
but they still linger,
My heart is like a passport,
Stamped many times with disillusion, and dilapidated promises,
You are the first one,
To make me feel certain,
that i still possess what it takes,
to breed love into my life,
Please dont toy with me,
Please dont go back on your heart promise,
I can finally breathe,
and i just cant get enough.

The End

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