A sweet surrender is slowly taking over me.
It’s got me tongue tied and down on a knee.
I think through the thoughts that appear to be clear,
It’s mostly thoughts of you;
Wondering when will you be near.
I can’t process them through my mouth,
For, they are only clear in my mind.
Worry not;
For a sweet surrender will deliver on time.
I worry not for what you may think,
Though, you may share over a drink.
Don’t feel inclined to share what you may know.
I’m very afraid to concede my trust, and everything.
Cause I am left alone cold and struggling.
Struggling with the question why
I’m broken and cold, refusing to cry.
As I sit here laden with insecurities and sadness.
My mind wonders dreaming only of glee and happiness.
I ponder!
Why must I be taken for granted?
Time and time again I fall by her hand.
Shaken and stirred by another one of her antics.
I beg her to not leave me frayed and disheveled.
Let’s just work through this and get on the same level.
But time and time again I fall by her hand.
Left wondering; yet again if it’s another man.
I need a little more time to mature and grow.
I must do all that I can to refrain from hurting you.
To thy heart I have to be true.
I can only imagine that this leaves you in a tantalizing state of confusion.
I write this to you because I don’t want to leave you with a false premise,
Or a love illusion.
I just want you to know that I’m not a pretender.
I’m solely captivated by your sweet surrender.
