Beauty, and indescretion with a well designed cover.
But which part is actually the truth
Truth is not easy... not comfortable sometimes
Truth has the beauty of a cactus
Heat surrounds this cactus and swallows it whole
Boils it, into fragments indeciferable to the uncommon eye
I am not a stranger though
Not uncommon
Not unfamilair to what matters
This matter I know, I feel it in my muscles, my bones
Inside me it moans to be free....
.... and I know.
So what stops me now?
Unanwerable Question without a solution.
What stops me?
Do I tell this truth? Would somone believe me?
One would suffice.
The most important one, The one I love.
1 comment:
I love it, it is beautiful. You use such big words :) What were you feeling at this particular moment?
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