A Waltz For Zizi
Brave Enough? - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
I'll be as happy as you seemed to be, in your hero's arms, back then, when I was afraid of you. I'll proudly take every punch you'll throw, and I might fall again from time to time, I might bleed and cry like a fool, you may even scar me and my heart, but I'll always belive, always.
No, not in god, I know he's a made up story. I'm talking about love. You're stupid, to belive in a god and not in love. You're not a child anymore, can't you see what is real and what's not?
I'll be a beast as you want of me,
brave enough to go into another's arms,
letting you go, leaving you as pray for every man that's not me
and not caring if they ripp you to shreds
like an old cloth, a rag, as you depicted yourself in that poem that you sent me a long time ago.
I'm sorry that that beautiful passion flamed out,
but it wasn't my fault, it was you
you don't belive in true love anymore
because your brave hero sacred you too much.
It's stupid but I'll say it again: just tell me and I'll kill him.
I'm not what you think, I'm not afraid, I'm just a passive monster.
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