That reckless freedom
when you let your hair blow in the wind
When a handshake is born from the depths of history
The tiger in you begins to purr
And beneath the ocean of dark chocolate hair
The lions are losing
That reckless freedom
when a wolf emerges from the darkness
And howls at the moon
No longer afraid of what lurks on the other side
Silence is a good reply
but being voiceless
is rain without clouds
And these clouds have been
haunting me
in my hopeful endeavor
to become someone better
When all I needed was a laugh.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
