Petrified at what is to come.
In every sense of conciousness.
A reflection outweighed by true brilliance.
The very part that says the most.
Resonating from deep within.
Let the heart speak, but what is its worth?
Without a single blemish it seems.
Yet the scars mold the reality.
This perfection is a facade of truth.
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.