There is beauty behind the scars of your heart.
I can see it with the wide view that you’ve been hurt.
But, I am willing to accept it no matter how intense the sting.
You thought maybe you’re black and white.
I can see it your true colors bright after the rain.
You’re the aftermath restoration of the thunderstorm.
A form of a rainbow when I look up when I am bored.
I become alive from my lifeless life without any movement.
I am like a leaf being watered with sunlight full of brightness.
I can see you look at me in much dearness.
But I was too afraid to tell you my own secrets.
We both played fair mind games in search of trust.
I can see you want to unravel every pieces of the puzzle.
Dissecting every part of me you’re willing to be naked.
As you won’t give up finding truth beneath the portrayed label.
You are the first person who seeks more than the picture.
So, I quietly hide in the woods with my thorns lying in my own bed.
As I love your flaws as well, but I was not ready to be revealed.
For you, I want to accept my personal truth and become a whole.
As I closed my eyes and I murmured “I wasn’t ready to be with you as I moved along”.