I free myself of past restraints,
of urges to cling.
I let go even if madness flows,
for I always return to me.
I’m sweet though,
a pink rose – thorns sharp as can be.
I’m just protecting my heart, you know,
because no one else protects me.
I love so big,
just want to be held,
to be loved as big right back.
A magic creature
a magic soul to let go with,
what’s so wrong with that?