Tuesday, February 25, 2014


Don’t walk like you have a leash tied around your spine.
Even if the rebel inside of you is being held hostage at gun point,
never give the enemy the pleasure of seeing you flinch.
Of tasting sweet victory from your bitterness.
No, you love like its the last time you’ll ever love again.
Like if this was my last poem, I’ll still never change a word in it type of love.
When the universe brings sacrifice and hope together,
they always do what most people would consider foolish things.
And even if they die young, they still lived a full life.
But some people never do.
And they are the ones that will try to talk you out of living yours.


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