Right now
if I put it all out there,
told you of everything
I’m feeling for you,
what kind of reaction
should I expect?

I see too much of myself
reflected in you,
in the words that you say
and days you behave.
Trust me dear friend, 
this is not a good thing.

I know
how loneliness kills, 
plants all these doubts
in your flower bed mind.
Weeds, all of them weeds
crowding, choking you out

so you stay hidden.
Your soul you don’t show,
faking your peace
from within your shadows.
Haven’t you learned
that’s not where we grow?

I long
to fall into you,
brimg out a light
you don’t know is there,
the light of His grace,
faith, hope, and love.

But I can’t yet throw
my own pains toward you,
not ’til you start taking
those initial first steps.
You have to choose
to let someone in,

exposing
your fracturing soul
and trusting the potential
of true friends who care.
I’ll always be here,
waiting until you’re ready.