“ Because when masks fall things tend to get ugly.
we give a less detailed version of everything , ones bearable to the hearts to carry . Just Echoes.”

I'll give you the key to my heart,
To my deepest sorrowful truth,
Can you keep a secret?

Swirling in my mind for days  ,
Etching to be rocketed,
To fly out in the air

One scratching against
delicate skin of lips,
Tripping, twisting
But nevertheless comes out

Innocence laced with imperfections,
Some faults interweaved with pureness there,
Absorbed as a source to blackmail with,
insults of fire waiting to sear flesh 

Because my whole picture
is disastrous ,
My words naked are earthquakes,
I let out only fragments;
Just the echoes of my words.

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