I lay in my bed of sincerity,
I take responsibility for my actions.
I sit below the leaves of I’m sorry,
I can admit that I am wrong.
I seek the truth in the trees,
The foundation that we built must stand alone.
I am disgusted with myself in the trenches,
Disregarding others at moments.
I don’t want to hurt the ones I love.
I am a misguided jester.
The brutal truth is underneath your skin.
It’s hidden in the colorful part of the canvas.
Your sexuality is hidden and exposed to those of your past.
Your love is open but hidden in the present.
I seek for the endangered truth.
I tend to crave the authenticity of individuals.
The only way to grow and learn is from the truth.
The only way to bring relationships or friendships closer is the truth.
Walls and barriers aren’t necessary.
Tell me how you really feel.
Tell me what you really need.
If there is no hidden agenda we can find out if the relationship or friendship is worth keeping.
Let’s not dwell.
Let’s move forward.
Please give me your authenticity.