Her

What if her heart's already claimed, And her love for another is brightly framed? What if I'm just a fleeting thought, Lost in battles my mind has fought? These doubts, like shadows, creep at night, Born from words that sting and bite. A foul mouth's strike, a reckless blow, Feeds the fears I’ll never show. Yet, even in this stormy sea, A part of me still dreams she’s free. For though uncertainty clouds the sun, I can't help hoping I might be the one.