The Tear To such an extent I am not mine that even my own feelings I do not define. No matter what it takes a fortress around me I shall make.. Then nothing could rule me, be it near or far, and happily I would remain without a scar. And so soon it's before my eyes, this latent insensitivity has me surprised. The fortress I assume is strong, but reality dawns much before long. In the cruelest of storms, may it protect I pray, but a tear from her eye washes it away.
Reason for writing:
Irealised that people whom you have sometime loved in life will always stay close to
your heart long after the day you think you've stopped loving them. Your
feelings for them are buried deep within and some day erupt with great
magnitude.
Birth sign: Not entered
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