Soft and sweet
Like the Marshmallow in treat….
Sometimes burning in fire
And flames, to fulfill the desire….
Less known to many
And the rest assume it’s balony….
Still it’s beautiful
Much more than the way you work them out to fool….
Those who pretend to know
The reason you live avoiding the sword and bow….
What went wrong then
Or what fell down in the right place then….
Whatever it is, whatever it was
It valiantly fights against the world to defend your fears and flaws….
It tries it’s best to hide your innocence
Within itself by hypnotising the world with it’s lusty essence….
But the marks will always lie hidden
To speak at the right time of a tale that’s still unwritten….