Is it good?
Is that true?
something too good to be true
all flooded in my insecurities,
one -off left inside me.
triumphing over my soul
lost in an unattended symphony,
struggling to be absolute
left with a desire
to glaze the timidity
not letting it show,
the angsty left inside of me.
Noone is absolute
plastering smiles across their face,
with desiring minds filled with grace.