Truth and Not Lies

Truth and not Lies...

It’s been over 8 years that I’ve now lived on my own.

As the Rose that appeared through the concrete I have grown.

Amid the weeds that surrounded me and seasons of storm.

I had enticed some with my Beauty, only to let them feel my thorn.

As with every Rose and it’s thorn it bares.

I have carried my burdens, my worries, my fears.

But I have grown regardless and from who I was estranged.

I am so far from him, how I have changed.

Does a heart of fire only ever grow cold.

As the youthful soul inside grows wise and old ?

With the dreams of innocence of yesterday...

Remaining in the fairytale kingdom so far away.

I was once so eager to be shot by cupids aim...

But my experiences have left me fearful of falling in love again.

The romantic passion that once burned within my veins...

Is held back inside me by invisible chains.

I no longer seek as I am scared to find.

What lies beneath after lust subsides.

Is there a soul so deep that hides behind the eyes ?

That will help me believe again that Love is truth and not lies.