Literature
Innocent
No one knows as much of me as you do, and from our talks, although you would disagree, I see someone innocent in the ocean of uncried tears. I know the walls you put up. I know the pain in every brick stacked upon more and more pain. I know that wall was built in the beginning to protect you, when your heart just couldn't take anymore suffering, but now it imprisons you, even if you don't see yourself as a prisoner. I'd give anything to see your soul smile, because I don't believe the one on your face, it's too heavy, so weighed down by what you're chasing— not to mention by what you're running from, but I've seen, glimpses at least, of what can make you walk on air. You're not the most expressive person, but when you're free to take that leap of honesty into yourself and explore and express the beat of your heart I've seen stars collide, I've felt your fire, and it melted me to rain, it all can make for one extraordinary poem. That's why I know that as tough as your