October 13, 2005.
Afraid

What I am in your eyes,
Seems to be nothing but beautiful.
You don’t know I’m not perfect.
You don’t know me at all.
I’ve been hurt.
Don’t expect me to be okay.
Just take my hand,
And smile at my heart.

Yeah, I’ve kissed you,
So stop and think.
What do you want from me
Before you go on?
Would you like a smile, a laugh
These blue eyes fixed on you?

Stop and think.
What do I mean to you?
Am I really pure,
Or am I flawed like the world?
Don’t crush my love
Before it’s begun to breathe.