Your Adore

In the stillness of the moment
all the fear of everything arises
This pain the heart seeks to adore
even while my entire being is dieing

It all begins...
to stir in my lids
my hearts worth dwells in my eyes
sliding down my cheek

To heal is to ask the question
direct them from the heart
seek to sense an answer
Fail my wits here
because...........
In the core of all pain is a fake identity
and all is need to mend this heart is your adore