Tin Man

Tin Man

I have become the tin man heartless and numb, 

In walks a girl I’m certain is the one. 

Enter the walls I built to keep you out,

You’ll probably sense fear and plenty of doubt.

Brush my wounds until it fuses, 

Tell me you’ll stay and heal my bruises. 

Guide my hand onto your heart,

You’ll need to convince me we’ll never part.

Expect my resistance to letting you in,

But don’t take it personal its hollow inside this tin.

Embrace my insecurities as if they are strengths,

Know that when I trust you I’ll go to great lengths.

I swore to myself I would rather die alone,

But here I am….. My heart has finally regrown. 

 – Cory Cook

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