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.
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