The first love was fearfulness,
Draped in a deceiving cloak.
Leaving nothing but a mess,
Every time he spoke.
Always urging towards the choice,
That left him unscathed and alone.
Trapped by his wound soul's voice,
Telling him "Your heart can't be shown!"
One day he awoke
With the sun in his eyes
And he took off that cloak
To remove his disguise
He never again tried to justify
Neither his words nor his actions.
He just opened his heart deep inside,
And filled the air with compassion.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
The first love was fearfulness,
Draped in a deceiving cloak.
Leaving nothing but a mess,
Every time he spoke.
Always urging towards the choice,
That left him unscathed and alone.
Trapped by his wound soul's voice,
Telling him "Your heart can't be shown!"
One day he awoke
With the sun in his eyes
And he took off that cloak
To remove his disguise
He never again tried to justify
Neither his words nor his actions.
He just opened his heart deep inside,
And filled the air with compassion.
