I fought to find my equilibrium,
I shy the summer in my heart.
Occasionally the warmth shines at the atrium,
Filled with sweet surprises like a tart.
Is it a fault to be born this way?
To love when I see what you say.
I’ve been halting how my heart sways,
Living life just come what may.
This heart became a tomb,
Filled by the dims of reality.
Until I learn to embrace the moon,
Dancing in the dark so blindly.
With wise words muttered in my head,
Not knowing I dragged my heart instead.
Didn’t expect it to pierce as pegs,
When the heart’s yearning is ignored not fed.