The inner desire
Of one
Which is me
To be genuine and caring
Attentive and compassionate
To people around him,
About thouse whom one gives
All himself..
And one humbly might say
To some degree it is achieved
But then what happens next
It punches you hard
Straight into your heart
You opened it to them
Stark naked stand there
With no intention other then
What you meant
To care, to love..
Do they take it as a game?
Some sort of wicked trick
To play them..
Why they go around,
Misuse your blind puppy trust
Don't give a s**t of what you feel
Shutter you gradually
Peace by peace
Till nothing remains
No love, no care..