Gray Areas

Searching high and low for the right words but always finding the wrong ones. I speak in riddles and I over analyze everything. And as every syllable leaves my lips- I regret it all again. This is just my way of getting your attention, so please don't take it the wrong way. You need to know that I, more than often, surrender to my thoughts. It's usually a strange, jumbled place pondering about the possibilities. If you try to invade this world, use caution. It's a delicate little place I only know. It's precious and easily harmed due to past occurrences. I am a wounded songbird slowly recovering for flight and song once again. I need a patient and trying heart. I'm so certain that it's you.