I’m afraid love is just a word. Its mark of fear is engraved on my forehead, by fire and pain. I’m only afraid of looking in the mirror.
Our thoughts are us. We are in essence a fiction manifest. A fluid in a solid form. We only melt in our worst, our best, in our dreams and in our minds. We believe not by learning, but by our thoughts.
I’m afraid love is just a word. Its mark of fear is engraved on my forehead, by fire and pain. I’m only afraid of looking in the mirror.