With a bold heart,
I walk through the buzzing crowds.
The loud heartbeat of my heart,
The stomping crowd,
The crosswalk,
The city life,
The night lights,
It all comes closing down.
Like the black, white and golden colors of the moment,
My heart is covered in the glorious moments of past, the black present and unseen plain future.
Will I be able to be the person you loved so much in the past?
Or will the scars from the past will cover every ounce of light you bestowed upon me, for once?
Will you be able to love this side of me ?
Or will you scare away?
Will I ever be able to end this plight?
Will I ever be able to catch the flight, or will I miss my last flight?
I dont know what is to be fought.
I dont know what kind of person I am right now.
I look for the answers, reassurance, resurrection,
But all I find is smoke and mirrors.
The weight is wearing us.
The bold colors of fall are fading away with their fall.
In the end, what will we be?
A color red or a bouldered heart?
© sunshine07