fear – The Yellow Brick Ave

What is Love?

Baby, don’t hurt me.

On the edge of a cliff

I stand,

head bowed,

hands clasping

the wrought iron form

of my heart,

not wanting to drop it

but needing to let it fall.

on fear

Don’t give me a ladder,

for I will refuse to climb it,

but as for falling,

I will do that any chance I get.

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May break my bones

Smoke and mirrors
first hide my fears,
but reflection will
expose them.

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What will tomorrow bring?

Beasts of tomorrow
generate more fear today
than their true teeth could.

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