I will give you sweat as it drops from my brow

you may empty my pockets and have the shirt off my back

but please don’t get to close…. It makes me nervous when you do that

The physical things you may take as you need

but when you ask for my emotions…..

I might have to leave…..

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you see I was born with my heart on my sleeve

and I have suffered greatly by robbers and thieves

but they aren’t to blame…. the real culprit is me

by not be willing to accept what I see

so it wasn’t their fault…. that belongs to me

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i may recover…. One never knows… but for now

Please take it slow

any task where I can assist I will gladly offer my hand ….. in time my heart may follow

for now I hope you understand

I’m sorry….

intimacy a bridge……. I struggle to cross

🦍

oboe the hobo