At this point,
She is a lost chicken in a world of foxes.
At this point,
She is a book covered in gasoline about to be stricken by a match.
At this point,
She is a chained animal wanting to be set free.
At this point,
I want to protect her.
So at this point,
I will be a foxhound, scaring away all of her foxes.
At this point,
I will be the bucket of water that puts out her flames.
At this point,
I will be the key that unlocks her chains.
But at this point,
That will not do her any good.
At this point,
Even foxhounds can have cravings for chickens.
At this point,
Water will make a burnt book wet and unreadable.
At this point,
Once she is free from her chains, she will truly be lonely.
At this point,
All I am is a monster to her.
At this point,
I will only be her guardian in secret.
Because, at this point,
I love her, and I would hate to see her get ruined by anyone.
Especially, at this point,
By me.
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Sad Stories and Pretty Scars
PoesíaFor a while, I was depressed (and still kinda am). To help me with my sadness, I wrote and read poems and found and made up inspiring quotes. I know that a lot of people out there are dealing with problems like mine, so I want to help by letting you...
