losigendlic in treasure thy heart feels
Nay postulations stay faultless
Only fractures remain, all the stress points of this heart having failed.
Alone left to grow
In training the mind with study,
I must gain tutelage under the heart.
Fear is lost, only what is right and wrong remains.
Fear is just an excuse to rot away and to stand stagnating,
As the mosquitoes suck the very essences of life and derive from.
My condition is open, inviting
Open up . share yourself,
let me clean your wounds.
A prescription for harboring pain,
released as supplement for your heart.
The way things remain so unspoken is crushing us
You know how time flies,
I’ll be young forever
There is all the time you want to make.