It’s overwhelming,

Petrified at what is to come.

In every sense of conciousness.

A reflection outweighed by true brilliance.

Silence,

The very part that says the most.

Resonating from deep within.

Let the heart speak, but what is its worth?

Beauty,

Without a single blemish it seems.

Yet the scars mold the reality.

This perfection is a facade of truth.

Love,

Optional but what choice do you have.

Not the fairy tale it’s made to seem.

Across time, its the only true feeling that remains unstained.

:pohbdpoet

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