My heart wanted to know what was behind my guarded gate...
So hard to explain the pain that's planted in the soil behind the steel...
Love was real long before I felt our first kiss...
Traveled up and beyond to some place described as bliss.
Lived life I thought didn't exist...
Had to recreate my personal estate to escape.
Reshape my mental break...
Hard to shake the social stigma.
The aches from dealing with the fakes...
Who would quickly text your case.
Broken trust had me running far away...
Back to a place that was braced for heartbreak.
Had to save face.
Many lose sight that love sees no race.
But a broken heart leaves us all in last place.
Tracing this all the way back to my gated thoughts.
Where I fight with myself to turn the key to let my love in my gated space...
~ReeceTrovert
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