is there nothing sacred in this world to believe
in? only god knows how ive tried to find out what
is real. is my heart the last refuge of love?
every time that i close my eyes i wonder at the
people and the fixations theyre under. is there
no one who can see the good in me? even i get
caught inside and its hard to fight the passing
of time (etched upon my face). i dont want to die
just to get away. i dont want to cry just to get
my way. everytime that i close my eyes i dream of
what life would be like if you were not shallow.
is my heart the last refuge of love?
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