Delicate


I've heard stories
I've read myths
They've showed me
But I refused to see

Then, there came the time
Slowly approaching me
Gradually quicken its pace
Drown me in such haze

It taught me a fairytale
Letting me taste the air

It said,
Sometimes,

The tiniest wound
caused by those you love,
hurts deeper

It somehow hurts twice,
or might be thrice more
than those big wounds left on you,
by people you don't really care about

Those pain you feel
are reflections,
on how big your love for those angels

The worse the pain,
the bigger your love

But,
those heavy thoughts
won't leave you alone

It'd linger longer,
deeper,
each time the heartbreaking scene
popped up on your mind
and won't let you recover

It'd be hard to get rid of them,
as evil thoughts might as well consume your soul,
letting your dark side make an appearance

However,
you're an angel after all

You push the black goddess inside,
burying it deep
just under your skin

I got back
from my dreamland
Looking at
my own reflection

I smile,
sincerely,
serenely,

Maybe I was just delicate
Maybe I was fragile inside

I was afraid to get hurt
I was having my guard on

The wound,
it takes more time to heal,
but the scar will remain still

At any rate,
my heart would always go to you.

CONVERSATION

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