Bittersweet

in the center of my storm you came to me, full of grace, you flowed compassionate and sweet, you never judged always there, how could I have turned you away? my own insecurities fueled my fears from years gone by, ever present hiding there, what a fool I was to walk away, but walk away, I did ... and now my life, though safe is full of bittersweet, I ache for you the promise, too it's my owned damned fault my own regret, held too close to let you near the thrill of me and you ...