Bravery

February 9, 2014

Bravery is in the eye of the beholder

and all I behold is a coward

A red envelope, with a secret letter

Tearing at your paper, with a blinded finger

Tell me dear, does this make you braver?

You hold my head under the water

and drown my heart with the force of your power

But someday, I will learn how to swim

and this whole things will come to an end

You my dear, must be the bravest beholder.

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