Spun seeds of hope bring fear and doubt anew
Once buried thoughts surface with vigilance
holding my mind captive of any sense
while the soft threats of his past deeds hold true
I fear that there is little left to do
but hide my heart from him while in suspense
of what is really true. And in my defense
I question if we should really be through
Then once again he does come back to me
like a hungry hurt puppy left outside
and fleetingly I think that I can see
all the reasons that make him want to hide
Then bit by bit, he’ll open up to me
and I’ll forgive him and let him inside