These late night thoughts
Will be the death of me.
They have my stomach in knots,
If only I were free.
Why must I worry
About every little thing?
All it does is make my vision blurry
And anxiety is the only feeling it can bring.
"Do they really like me?"
I ask myself.
My wonderful three,
The three who find it so easy to be one's self.
My mind tells me they're just trying to be nice,
But my heart wants to believe otherwise.
They come with no price,
And when I am with them there is rarely a sad look in my eyes.
I believe they are keepers,
Keepers for the rest of my years.
In my life, they will forever be peacemakers,
Making me forget all of my fears.
