Fears of Intimacy

FRIGHT

up all night
talking in fright
of the things that might
hold us tight
or minimize our sight
upon one another
and then she comes
my dear sweet mother
then along comes
my only brother
telling me stories
i refuse to hear
because they bring back fear
the fear i told you of
which was the fright
of holding on too tight
yet we pulled through
i held on to you
where my fear flew,
i have no clue
yet one thing is true
that fear, was the fear of loving
Y.O.U.........! =)