Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind

Everyone Has To Be Affraid Of Something

We climb up high when on my hands I feel the slime,

I slip and almost fall but your figure holds it all,

You ask me if I'm fine,

we catch up to each other as if now we are now on the same line,

I look at you and admire your tanned skin,

and in return I get a grin,

"You okay?," I asked as you,

but then your sights had me past,

I caught you fast,

"Everyone has to be scared of something," you reply,

then we lay down and look at the sky,

you always see me as something else,

and my hearts melts,

you say I'm more than just ordinary,

you say I'am extraordinary, I'am brave, warm, honest and good, 

this you promised.