In every heart, a shadow plays,
We wrestle with our flawed displays.
With kindness wrapped in tangled thread,
I push my love where it feels misled.
A gentle breeze can turn to storm,
In every well-intended form.
I've learned to tread where hearts may break,
Yet still, I give more than they can take.
For everyone holds a shadowed seam,
A patchwork quilt of hope and dream.
And mine, it whispers with heart that's pleaded-
My bad trait is forcing my love into places it's not needed.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 1:08 AM UTC
In every heart, a shadow plays,
We wrestle with our flawed displays.
With kindness wrapped in tangled thread,
I push my love where it feels misled.
A gentle breeze can turn to storm,
In every well-intended form.
I've learned to tread where hearts may break,
Yet still, I give more than they can take.
For everyone holds a shadowed seam,
A patchwork quilt of hope and dream.
And mine, it whispers with heart that's pleaded-
My bad trait is forcing my love into places it's not needed.