Skindeep

B.R.

Sometimes love is only skin deep,
and deep down we weep.
Cause our heart feels the burden,
of not being truthfully in love.

Sometimes our heart is coming through,
the armor with the pervasion of love itself.
Cause the heart wills it so,
out of longing to be free.

Sometimes our hands express the pure love,
which only the heart can contain.
And the head must bow down,
so we may wear the crown.

Sometimes our feet carry us,
into the unknown.
Cause our heart compels us,
to do so.

Anyway, it is better to live with every heartbeat,
then to persist in wavering.
Cause the heart unites,
where our mind can go either way.

B.R. ‘14