It's not fire I fear,
it's the thought of getting burnt.
It's not death I fear,
it's the idea of dying.
It's not that I fear trying,
it's the possibility of failing.
It's not the past I'm afraid of,
it's that I could make the same mistakes.
It's not falling in love I fear,
it's the thought of not not being caught when I do.
Fear, I fear.
Fear, I'm afraid of.
But it's more the thought of fear that frightens me most.
It's the possibility of feeling afraid that I fear.
It's the fear of fear that's most frightening.
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Kill The Flame
PoesíaShort poems relating to some common life experiences and situations. For updates, whenever I feel the inspiration to write something. Might be after a day, a week...who knows
