Reinvention tastes like this:

Tie me down, I'll fly away,
Clip my wings, I'll hobble to freedom.
Knock me down, and I'll get up again.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Perhaps...

I've found true happiness in your arms.
Perhaps I've found my anchor.
Perhaps I'm not alone on this big empty sea,
perhaps you're my S.O.S. and you'll rescue me.
Perhaps you'll bring me security, but freedom as well,
perhaps I won't have to hobble away,
nor will my wings be cut.
Perhaps we can just fly together
and kiss the sky.

Perhaps I won't fuck this up.

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