Sometimes, it hurts, to feel everything so much.
With reality, it puts you out of touch…
Those, with the wooden hand- they don’t plan.
They’d rather rip the warranty tag from your soul.
Trying to shorten your “eternity.”
As if they could!
But when, they scratch your soul,
You’re left, crying in the rain…
All you want to do
is heal the world’s pain…
In those times,
you feel love just may never be enough,
But when you wear your heart on your sleeve, feeling everyone’s such delicate touch.
What if…love is all that is left, to gain?
– Ariana R. Cherry 2017
