So'er afraid
It's like when you are little and you hear about the angels that come to earth...
I looked into your eyes and you were so'er afraid that maybe you wouldn't know how to be. But really it was just to you that I was looking in an earthly way and not my imagination of someone with heaven for eyes.
It felt warm, like when you get into a car on a winter's day and there is just enough sun to make you realize how love feels behind the glass and just how it might feel on the other side.
* * *
In fits of bravado and swagger,
I am afraid of hurting another
not with intent, but without it
the intent part is concrete
(and fairly simple to avoid)
without realizing, is different
So sayeth, the amygdala
I looked into your eyes and you were so'er afraid that maybe you wouldn't know how to be. But really it was just to you that I was looking in an earthly way and not my imagination of someone with heaven for eyes.
It felt warm, like when you get into a car on a winter's day and there is just enough sun to make you realize how love feels behind the glass and just how it might feel on the other side.
* * *
In fits of bravado and swagger,
I am afraid of hurting another
not with intent, but without it
the intent part is concrete
(and fairly simple to avoid)
without realizing, is different
So sayeth, the amygdala