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.
Continue reading “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.
Continue reading “What is Love?”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
What will tomorrow bring?
Beasts of tomorrow
generate more fear today
than their true teeth could.
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