Stepping into unfamiliar shoes, uncertain and unsure,
Will they embrace my being, or simply feel obscure?
If they do fit snugly, will the owner reclaim what's theirs,
Leaving me stranded, heart exposed, vulnerable to tears?

As I wear my heart upon my sleeve, beating with desire,
I teeter on the precipice, unsure if I'll soar or expire.
Fear cloaks me like a dense cloud, veiling my sight,...