Buried deep
Where no one could see it
My heart was a secret even to myself
Stuffed with
Costumes and masks and covers
My heart was to heavy for me to carry
But I heard a voice
That sounded like my own
"Come out of hiding"
I gazed upon a face I had seen before
"Step into the light"
It is time we take the road less traveled
From love, to love, through love
It is time we restore the standard
When real was the only way
We knew how to be
You are a mirror to your heart
YOU ARE READING
REAL
PoetryThe secret to intimacy: willingness to be seen as we really are. "Never be afraid to be the one who loves the most"
