Opening wounds long turned into scars.
Resurrection in love, a belief that rekindles my spirits, Death of love, an inconsequential end, rather a second beginning. Resurrection in love, the very idea so seductive a concept, Be it easy to forget the torment through hell before one can rise from the dead, And truth to fore, I have had my paradise through hell. Stumbled through, beat my path through hell, Ever falling down, falling endlessly but never hitting the ground, just falling forward and forward. Hurt so much I had to stop, stop and relive my journey, Would be running still if my will was stronger, So drained to forge another step. Streams of tears have blurred my vision and barred my way, The toil lesser a hustle, hardest be it to show a smile knowing it is fake and to hide the tears that won’t seize. Sadly, I have lost the fight, better reminiscence the little left of a memory, I miss them moments more than I thought I would. The forest of love has been my castle, The reality of the wilderness rel