This may be the threads of Fate
Pulling us apart or twining is together
For all eternity.
Or is there another future awaiting us?
We know not what is to happen next.
Trust your intuition and all will follow.
Is love truly a red, red
Rose? Or nothing more than weeds growing in
The garden of my life.
I feel no encompassing warmth,
Only cold, hard feelings of confusion and despair.
I know if this ends horribly
Then there very well may be a cold steely
Blade protruding from my sad, withering heart.
Don't worry, time heals all. Right?
In truth, I am scared of being alone.
This is truly why i refuse to unfurl my
Bloody and bruised grit and let go: Fear.














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