Perhaps the truth is that my heart has become far too concerned with all the sorrow this world has tossed my way.

It is more likely tho that it is tarnished, leaving an ugly stain, ruined by the hardships that I can not  simply not wash away.

Words became my weapons, strategically used to grant the illusion of peace and disregard, whilst I hide behind a facade

The more intentally I struggled to perfect my shadow dance it seamed more wandering eyes begin to ****

Desperately, I search my soul to remember a time in which my heart would open up and embrace the love around me.

Somewhere buried deep inside this broken shell lies my longing, but my memories will not allow it to be free.