Crawling beneath her pale white skin
Her fears
Clawing at the hopes
Through every layer
A tinge of beauty
Sweeps her mind
She claws back and then
To the fears she denies
Calling her senses
To retreat and die
As long as she not keep 'em
The dread will survive
Pour the cream
On her tongue
For with the sweet talk
The voices shall return
There she is sailing
With the hopeless tide
Bringing her defences
Down in fright
In the daze of tomorrow
In the haze of her past
Hopelessly or hopefully
She places her trust
In the shade of the forgiving Love
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I Am In Love
PoetryI am in love and I am in love with my Creator, the mighty Love. I am in love with His creations. From the journey to Love to the Love Himself, I will tell you everything in my words.
