The Dance of Doubt

A disorganized heart, in pieces torn,

A love that weeps, a soul forlorn.

Confusion whispers, shadows creep,

Where trust once bloomed, now shadows sleep.

A yearning deep, a need for touch,

But fear encircles, pulling too much.

A dance of longing, yet pushed away,

Caught between love and fear’s dismay.

In moments close, a spark ignites,

But doubt returns, like endless nights.

A tender warmth, then cold retreat,

The heart unsure of where hearts meet.

They reach for solace, yet pull back,

Afraid of love, but lost in lack.

A cycle spun, both near and far,

Chasing comfort, yet scarred by scars.

In every gaze, a silent plea,

For closeness, yet for space to be.

A heart that wants, yet fears the cost,

A soul that’s tangled, love is lost.

They crave the bond, yet doubt the thread,

A web of chaos in their head.

A love that’s constant, yet unsure,

A heart that aches, but can’t endure.

In moments fleeting, they may heal,

But wounds remain, too raw to feel.

A disorganized heart, torn and wild,

Seeking peace, but like a child.

They walk a path both broken, whole,

Lost in the search for a stable soul.

A love that flickers, then fades away,

A dance of fear that leads astray.

- Wiranpat ❤️