red book

beautiful day bleaches away the stain on my shirt, right about where my heart was pierced
and the noon day sun winks at meto keep up my chin; to bold facedly cry unsought tears, greif for love unmet after all these years, and i'm spent.

I'm done. I don't understand why it, my hearts' life and death, has happened the way it has.
old me says, "SEE! that is why you give up trying, you give up risking and hide it all away"

DEATH TO THE IMPOSTER!

Let love live. Risk it all again, I will not die from these wounds, I will not perish because of a broken heart.