the child
goes his whole life
thinking wrongly
that his parents
never loved him,
believing that he's
unloved.
this darkens
every day he lives
in.
it's a shield,
a barrier of trust,
of letting others
in.
he paints in blues
and browns,
blacks.
the rain falls because
of it.
the bad turn,
the falls all because
of what he believes.
always without love,
never giving
an inch
to let love
happen.
Monday, July 7, 2014
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