its the fear of being understood,
that welcomes dread.
its the shadows of doubt,
that fuels the inevitable regret,
which burns away of what could be.
flames that scorch,
instead of balminess.
until it becomes futile,
of being fully realized,
with a whole 'nother.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
its the fear of being understood,
that welcomes dread.
its the shadows of doubt,
that fuels the inevitable regret,
which burns away of what could be.
flames that scorch,
instead of balminess.
until it becomes futile,
of being fully realized,
with a whole 'nother.
