I do...

I do....I do....More than me I do.

Something inside me keeps worrying

Is it true? Or is this a dream?

What is right and what is wrong?

Is there a definition, has someone written it all somewhere for us all.

Have I wronged me or others.

If others, then why does it pain me the most?

I don't want to be sad

but my inner mind army is run by the commander of despair.

There is light in me somewhere.

A gleam of hope that shimmers to be found.

Tell me you found it.

Promise you would keep it lit.

For if I loose that small flame that dance around in this storm

Then all you have is a clown that smiles but dead inside.

We all are shells inside out.

Waiting to be filled by all that is around.

What do you fill then? What do you get affected by then?

Play it safe and the shell becomes weak.

Play it hard and the shell breaks out but heals.

Let it heal. Make it heal. That's on you now.

I trust you and none for it and trust me when I say this now,

The shell might be pretty,

But run your hands through the inside and you can find the scars of the yesteryear.

How many scars you ask?

It might not be the number but the depth in them that might scare you off...

I do... I do... I do...

In ways I can't explain to you.

All that is left right now is for me to show you.

If you don't care for my past. I don't care for the rest.

The houses made in the sky and the perceptions that I made it as the best.

Somehow all that doesn't bother me anymore.

Would be happy to come home to you everyday,

even if that means we have very little and that little makes us happy someday.

At the end of all this, all I wanna say to you is

I do... I do...I do love you a lot. I do.