Could I move to believe myself?
Here I burnt you, through fiery love-passion or lust.
But now, after countless rooms of thought, I cease to chip at you.
Not wanting to expose what lay beneath these layers of dirt,
because I am afraid,
afraid of what lie underneath,
as it may be too recognizable.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Could I move to believe myself?
Here I burnt you, through fiery love-passion or lust.
But now, after countless rooms of thought, I cease to chip at you.
Not wanting to expose what lay beneath these layers of dirt,
because I am afraid,
afraid of what lie underneath,
as it may be too recognizable.
