3.
You are a
vast mystery
of depth
Layered with
endless definitions
written by the hand
of a child who never
had the touch of love
caress the blueprint
of his soul
No hand to show
him what tools
to use to build
safe walls
He constructed
concrete walls
from the foundation
of lies
So his hands
became rough
as he tore down
the crumbling
architecture
innocences had
built in order to
survive
Turning him
feral
And the houses
he fled too
in hopes
of calling
it home
became memories
of heart break
Haunted thoughts
replayed the
mistakes
made
in order to
stay alive
He became a
safe haven
escapist
I was a beautiful Heaven
And sometimes we
will fall in the search
of a lost love
But what is loved
will never be lost