This time it’s gone for real,
All the emotion suppressed in ones chest,
Nearly to the brink of suffocation,
You let yourself go,
Let your spirit take brace of reality,
Take brace of time,
Allow yourself to become aware of such feeling…
Let tears run down your pale abstract face; unable to give in,
As though gravity is bringing it all out,
Unable to withstand keeping it all in, watch as they flow,
Watch as they gloss over as crystals,
You shut them as they become overloaded with emotion…
Disguised as nothing…
Portrayed as senseless…
Conveyed as everything…
Never doubt the ability to advance the gradual evolution of human emotion,
Loves the secret to every happy whistled tune, It comes from deep within the hearts pulsating veins, Contracting and relaxing as each of the heart beats grow more intense…
