to the one who's trying you're an exception to the crowd im mentioning in my cry.
familiar faces..
accomplishments..
and unfufilled wishes.
the heart invasion that went seriously off course, and didn't hit the heart.
yet this hypothetical nonscrap through time created magic,
called Bonding.
others have tried hard, but can their hearts catch up with their tongues?
assurance without tangibility is nonscrap.
is your pride taking its seat now?
are your insecurities flowing into your cup now?
are you stirring a dislike in me now
or simply, you have an idea of compassion, but just didn't choose to execute it as actions?