Letter To The Broken

I write to the weary heart.
The one whose intentions know only love
but whose mask never dare reveal their most
pure self to the torment of the society to which
it dwells. For only heartache resides. Only
mackery innovates every boundary to whom
a pure lover's hand reaches. I write for hope.
To tell the tale of the broken. To mend
every scar that a shattered heart possesses and 
with it tear down the walls that block
such an unrelenting beauty. The world needs it,
the rejectful praise it with envy and change
demands it.

    Your heart will always call out for love in
spite of the walls you build. Life will always bear
hate and pain, but it is through the storm that we
carry on. Every sentiment that I infer is only
a figment of your spirit while your beauty is hidden.
My arms are out stretched for you. And this is why I write
to you. Lift your walls and let go, so that the world
may one day know how to grow...