The world is filled with
lonely souls
and you call out to mine
in a way only
philosophers and poets
could truly ever define
but these shadows fall
like demons
around my guarded heart
so you may never get in,
or know where to start
and as sure as God
whispers
that He has made you for
me
I sense, in the back of
my mind,
the doubt—fear—uncertainty
that rises like a tidal
wave
and washes away the
good.
The world is filled with
lonely souls—
I would love you if I
could.
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