self love...cliche? never.
The heart holds in its embrace,
pain undefined by the face.
Sorrows whose origins were forgotten long ago
holds tears captive so no one will know.
such a fragile veneer,a superficial shrine,
betrays the soul and haunts the mind.
What was once a garden full of life and bloom,
is now for the heart a self made tomb.
Fear and doubt are captors, you see,
it is only self acceptance
that can set the heart free
pain undefined by the face.
Sorrows whose origins were forgotten long ago
holds tears captive so no one will know.
such a fragile veneer,a superficial shrine,
betrays the soul and haunts the mind.
What was once a garden full of life and bloom,
is now for the heart a self made tomb.
Fear and doubt are captors, you see,
it is only self acceptance
that can set the heart free