I wear a mask,
and so does everyone.
Hiding cracks with smiles,
pretending it’s fine.
Maybe one day,
I’ll let it fall—
but for now,
we all stay hidden,
behind the masks we wear.

What is it like to love?
It’s cliche to say
Its like an angel was sent from above,
It’s not a feeling,
It’s a knowledge.
Knowledge that,
Wherever I am,
Wherever you are,  
My heart aches for you.

No love is true or false
Love is love
Same for all
Sacred and pure.

It is just that
Some people love and
some only pretend.