nineteen.

My heart is stirred
But I continue to gaze into your eyes
I can't help but cry as you refine me
This process is painful, but I will persevere

My body constantly aches from your touch
My head hangs low
And my soul burns for freedom
I am trusting that this is right

My thoughts begin to churn
This pain has blinded my sight
When my faith is dry and empty
How do I know this is good?

My eyes are locked on yours
A force from my own being causes me to look away
The distractions are beautiful and endless
They prevent me from meeting your sight

The good from those distractions are false
But wasn't yours as well?
This pain of life is inevitable
Will someone save me?