Time is an illusion
Unveiling the deception
Of hate.
Hiding behind walls built by vanity.
Bricks of insecurities concealed broken hearts.
Shattered into a million pieces,
creating a puzzle that longs to be put back together again.
A wound heart becomes a cold petrified incarcerated soul.
Imprisoned by fears where love can't exist.
Love is infinite and fears give boundaries that reflect deception. Because it causes people to hide their true feelings.
True love has no limits.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
Time is an illusion
Unveiling the deception
Of hate.
Hiding behind walls built by vanity.
Bricks of insecurities concealed broken hearts.
Shattered into a million pieces,
creating a puzzle that longs to be put back together again.
A wound heart becomes a cold petrified incarcerated soul.
Imprisoned by fears where love can't exist.
Love is infinite and fears give boundaries that reflect deception. Because it causes people to hide their true feelings.
True love has no limits.
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