Alive he is, but its so hard to feel,
He does possess a heart but it's coated with steel.
He sees beauty and life, makes him want to smile,
But he's scared, and fear is vile.
Scared to loosen up, scared to hang his head,
He doesn't deserve to smile, he'd rather be dead.
For if he ever dares to let someone know,
The sun that he truly is, his love, his glow,
They might once again hide him in an eclipse,
Blind his crystal eyes, stitch his rosy lips.
So he would rather lock up than let someone feel,
His warm brave soul and delicate heart of steel.
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Eyes Bleed Gold
PoetryIncomplete history on century old stones, I decided to fill the voids with my own skin and bones. ...... Thoughts too complicated to say untwisted.
