I’m as muted in truth as I am in emotion.
Frozen in a world where love is devotion.
Unable to grasp the concept or the notion.
For me to find love I would need a potion.
I hid from the world alone and recluse.
Hoping to someday be able to break through.
I scramble to find love in the things that I do.
Because it terrifies me to try to find love in you.
