The Optimist

How can love be so fearful when one is told it is bold?

Created by AliceBakuraSHOTA on Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I woke to the sound of a hushed moan,
A piercing screech shattered the windows,
And a quiet tide rolled in from the sea.
I fell asleep to the roll of the waves,
The roof above me was torn to shreads,
So eased myself with songs of love.
A song of love approached me at dawn,
Bitter as dirt and tainted as I lament,
The sounds I heard when I expected silence.
That song of love turned to hate,
The ocean's waves grew large,
My song of love had hid itself beneath a mask,
And my mind eased with the truth.

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