AaN wHoOmNaEnS'sT lMoAvNe

Can I be an honest man?

No fingers crossed when I hold your hand

When I see your eyes, no tears inside

That I could cause with foolish pride

When I speak, is it your ears my words use as a crutch?

Do those words have meaning or do I recycle too much?

The prototypes of yester-year you always second guess my dear

I fear that sometimes I do too

Is there something left for me to prove?

Let's throw our fears into the wind

Erase all memory of wrong or sin

Starting fresh is real horror but they say 4 letters can break the border

So in another life we'll meet again

In the meantime your heart I'll try to win......Until then.

Author's Note

Once again any feedback would be great otherwise I hope you can enjoy this piece as much as I did writing it.