Will I shatter like this-a crystal flower in a field of thorns?
A fragile, little thing, that once touched, will fall?
In this world that is filled with hatred and sound of scorns,
will this doubt and misery of mine soon take its toll?
Holding your hand and feeling the warmth it radiates,
it is only towards you where my heart gravitates;
but does your heart have someone it truly hates,
because of the love that that person imitates?
Will I shatter, knowing nothing but deception?
Will it lead to someone's brighter inception?
Will my heart freeze over from this corruption?
Will I finally succumb to this illusion?
It has passed-my heart has frozen over;
it has preserved this true and innocent love for you.
My feelings that are flowing like a river,
will still hope that you will soon know what is true.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesieAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
