One might think age adds to maturity but it doesn't. What it does best is hide an insecure heart through tinted screen of acceptable decorum.
Some nights are better while, some peeks through the screen. Tonight is such a night. My heart does peek but just a glimmer for tonight I lay my weary heart for thee.
Wounded words slay but one must go on for tomorrow my heart beats anxiously which monstrous words would be spoken to me carelessly.
