Revealed
I cannot hide from the truth,
I strive from the risks of our love,
Fighting for the bulletproof,
Clawing from my white veiled glove,
Lifting off the influence of others,
Their conceded selves,
While we hold all the painted covers,
Along with the trinkets on the shelves.
Copyright © Ashlee Knutson | Year Posted 2011
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