Carefully preserved for all these years
For all the masks it wears that all can be
Beautifully shaped such it shines from each corner
It takes what it receives
It doesn't see under the layers
Forbidden to think twice after it feels.
Closed up in a closet
Locked up in a locker
It is where every one
tries to keep it
away from worldly troubles.
Yet it disappears.........
Despite years of cares
It breaks with the slightest of tear
Trust and love it beholds
on the loved ones is enormous
But the slightest of scratch implored
it pierces sharper than the sword
Mine is a strange one
Unlike others of its age
mature yet like a child
A bud that just bloomed
yet seasoned
The relations it hold
with full trust and soul
Secrets it binds and
unbinds with the slightest
of touch and care
The emotions and trust increases with time
But it's scared to hold or to bind....
The closer they come harder it hits
when they depart
Scared of loss
Scared of loneliness
Scared of being left
Are the things that holds it chained
unable to express
but to just listen
Yet they leave with questions unanswered.....
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* Here is another cover of the song i love both the covers ^_^ but don't forget to give the original song a listen *
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Swings
PoetryWhen i was a child i used to think swings were like time machines, yes a time machine. Why you may ask. The memories of the origin of such a thought is so vague in my mind i wonder what made me think so. Now as my thought process is becoming more m...
