Inkpaw

a song is the heartbeat of the world 
and an instrument is the heart 
pumping the song 
from ear to ear 
from person to person 
creating a feeling 
that everyone can feel 
understand

The words are caught in my throat 
like a butterfly in a child's net 

They're stuck 
entangled in my hesitation 

I'm petrified 
I'm at a loss of what to tell you

and at the same time

your hair 
as tempting as candy 
I just want to reach out and touch it
smell it
pull it closer to me 
so you have to come closer too
your eyes 
like two pine forest floors in the summer 

some people are like flowers 
they seem sweet and innocent 
they bend easily 
but unlike a flower stem 
some can be impossible to break 
you may hurt them 
scar them 

fear, 
sometimes the most feared emotion
ironic isn't it.
it finds your weaknesses 
your doubts
your mistakes
and eats away at them 
tearing through the supple flesh of your shaking conscience