It’s been there from the start
The dried up crust of my heart.
Dark and hardened like a coat of mud
Holding me back and controlling my thud
The beating, The passion
The confusing reaction.
I look for you to guide me through
Sometimes I think maybe you do.
And other times?
Other times you’re crusty too.
It’s safe inside my shell of fear.
Not open to a single tear.
Afraid to find another mind,
That works and thinks just like mine,
That will grow together for the rest of time
Unsure if it’s something I’ll ever find.