September 21, 2010
I am a tiny paper doll
waiting to be burned.
I am a stumbling fall
waiting to be a lesson learned.
I am reckless
without making a mess.
I am unstoppable
without being impossible.
I am not afraid of the past.
I am easily broken
just like fragile glass.
I am not afraid of the future.
I am patiently hoping
life will be more than a painted picture.
I am a lonesome ghost
looking for a soul.
I am a bleeding rose
dripping into the white, white snow.
I am love.
I am the clouds above.
I am happiness.
Oh, I am everything.

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