Bound - tied into a mask of pain;
no hope to gain.
There: scars and lies,
just hear my cries.
Still muted by fears that beget,
alone I fret -
is where I’ll stay
‘till that sweet day.
Souls shall mend, once lips seal the fate
with one true mate.
Where the lone ends
true love begins.
My self description is confusing for me to explain. As I just guess I wear a mask to conceal my inner most feelings and pains that come from the past. I, though am completely in love... will always be seeking deeper meaning within this relationship and trying to understand the concept of "true love" and destiny! I am a book, seeking the filled pages 







hehaha
It felt great to be challenged!
I do love this you've written tho! Beautiful poem 


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