free

I free myself of past restraints,

of urges to cling.

I let go even if madness flows,

for I always return to me.

I’m sweet though,

a pink rose – thorns sharp as can be.

I’m just protecting my heart, you know,

because no one else protects me.

I love so big,

just want to be held,

to be loved as big right back.

A magic creature

seeking

a magic soul to let go with,

what’s so wrong with that?