It seems safe
To think bad things
Cannot touch in any way
It seems nice
And yet, untrue
For there always comes a day
A time when
Perfect worlds and
Prestine boxes crumble in
When the truth
Another speaks
Hits deeper than just the skin
When the dreams
You thought were gone
Rise within to make a mess
When you find
That nothing safe
Can deliver happiness
You are a brave soul Loran