beautifully red
blood so pure
poison is pretty too
why look for curepain is warm
proves I live
it looks so pretty
looking down a cliffthey fear
what I might do
but why should I?
I still feel newthe bird chirping
is reaches my senses
I feel free vulnerable
I tear my own fenceshugging a tree
expecting it to let you go
stepping in fire
doesn't only hurt your toeI am small
nobody sees it
protected
from consequencesI'm addicted
and aware of it
no matter how many times
I've been hitwhy evolve
why change
why keep going
isn't it fine this way?
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.