Once a burning fire is put out
There is nothing left to block
The view of those there.

Our mind is the same
We have to think up a storm
Just so when we are done
Our mind can become quite.

There is no other way for this
To happen
We have to go insane to
Realize what being sane really means.

But this is a very difficult
Thing to achieve.
It's difficult to achieve
Complete silence.

there are things
about me
people pretend
to know.
they pretend to know
the things
i love,
the things
that truly matter to me,
the things
i am passionate about.
but they fail
to know that
i am a dairy
with a heart-shaped lock,
impossible
to open
except for
a heart-shaped key
kept around my neck
on a delicate silver chain.
i have many things
kept deep inside me
for fear of
betrayal,
judgement,
exposure.
but maybe one day
i will give
a heart-shaped key
to somebody
who loves me
so that they may know
things about me.
the things
i love,
the things
that truly matter to me,
the things
i am passionate about.
but until then,
i am a diary
with a heart-shaped lock,
impossible
to open
except for
a heart-shaped key
kept around my neck
on a delicate silver chain.

Thorns give us scratches,
But not all can take insults,
With delicate skin.