Posted in Poetry

I am
absolutely scared
to fall in love
fear the scraped knees -chasing
thoughts of evenings under the stars,
you peering into my eyes.

butterflies have a greater chance of survival
as my wings prepare -you
try one last time to win
peeling back the chrysalis
spun with gold
my wings unfold
and scatter magic dust upon your brows.

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