Terrified, I am
To pursue another journey of love.
I am no longer a creature of irrationality,
Nor do I seek for such irrevocability.
For I have been scathed
By a dull, rusty blade,
Tip of my heart carved,
I am no longer complete.
A field of tulips, bright and golden
Shall not cover the blue sorrowness
I hold, confused and broken,
My sun has not awoken.
Only time shall remedy
For my naive complexion.
Unable to understand,
Unable to withstand.
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