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You Don't Know It....

January 13, 2011
By ClosetPoet28 BRONZE, Staten Island, New York
ClosetPoet28 BRONZE, Staten Island, New York
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To me, “fearless” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. Fearless is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s fearless to have faith that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s fearless to stop believing them. It’s fearless to say “you’re not sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then, moving on and being alright…That’s fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is fearless."


To the adorable red haired senior, That sits next to me in band.
You don’t know it,
But I would give anything,
Just to hold your hand.

To the first boy,
To make me feel special in years.
You don’t know it,
But you’ve helped me,
Conquer my tears.

To the artistic guy,
That I talk poetry to.
You don’t know it,
But you made me see,
That maybe good guys aren’t so few.

You don’t know it,
But my face lights up,
When your name blinks across my phone.
I know it will be a text message,
Laced with your charming wit.

You don’t know…yet,
But maybe someday,
I’ll be able to tell you,
All these things without a fret.



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