Feb 26, 2016
My Love
You are gentle. In words and in act. But when any notion troubles you, it affects your judgment. You step back and look for what have left you. Your past. I am your present. You see me and I always wanted to look as best as you wish I could be. But whenever I fail you, you build your wall. You think. You judge. You return to me with your silence. Your wall. The wall that cease me to see through your core. Your wall that as high as your fear. Beside your walls I linger. Shout out my reasons. As you build that high, I lower myself, tired of my loud cries. You will never see me with your wall between us and not seeing you consumes me. But before that, get rid of your fear. Let me return to you with a kiss.
