Under all the facades that a man beholds under his skin,
The veins that drip red stains of pain.
The veils the cover his paths lit by the shadows of the past.
Effervescent glory that he holds dear yet hidden under his ego.
From all the toils he rammed past holding safe of his candles light.
The fear of what's yet to unravel haunting his sleeps.
What does the mind want what does it long for,
A touch, A warm hug, her lipstick stains on his shirt's collar and a promise to hold and look forward for.