flip a coin:
tails for love,
heads for wisdom.
they're antonyms now.
i'm sacrificing myself to
a screaming dove,
a siren on ecstasy.
i can let this melody
fester within me, or
be a bluebird in a forlorn sky.
am i loving out of habit?
does it matter?
i have blood
on my feathers and
red always has been
my favorite color.
when it comes to the cage,
it's either in or out.
my heart shakes like violin strings,
mind like beethoven's 2nd symphony.
how am i supposed to resist
a rose, regardless of the thorns,
on days i'd die to be red again?
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Hannah Pat
Curry College '21 Communication Major, English Minor.
Words are the greatest tool and weapon.
Trying to save up money for study abroad— any little bit helps!
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