Unbreakable ties,
Binded by love.
Concealed feeling,
caged by fears.
Knot almost been cut,
Heart tremble as it fell.
Watching sadness drowns you,
Leaving tainted scars.
These tainted scars,
reminds us as we move to another source.
Sources that will lead
thy heart back where it belong.
I, not a royalty nor a precious
But may offer my blood and soul
to a deserving reciever.
Life is not perfect,
and so am I.
It offers obstacles
that I shall pass.
As I follwed my written path,
It'll lead me here.
Stuck with pleasures
that could fill my deep holes.
©fonceheart
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