Love Poem: Clash

Clash

whimsicle notions by opinion, when cautious views are taken,
knowing underneath really nothing, while putting it to ideas of something,
judgement blasts itself in view, it's almost always a reflection of ourselves...nothing new,
do all these formulated opinions really matter? all forming opinions in our chatter,
does thinking your right humble you? without searching the heart, its a labeled view,
when teasing builds up, it breaks the heart down,
like high school kids picking on the dork in the crowd,
while seeing all the judgement, while it sits in plain view,
while you pray the chains break to see something new,
so does keeping silent seem to be the best option?,
to hide our hearts before the day of judgement?,
sometimes its hard to speak love without taking offense,
to see our hearts behind the intent,
this reflection humbles us, breaks us down,
we fall into HIS arms, its where HIS healing is found.