by JB Nuique
Are you that brave, my beloved?
You know not where to land!
But you still fall to the ground
And you do that all year round.
If you have a body,
You have died already.
Bones and flesh will scatter
And death will be your lover.
But you are one of those great souls
That roams places and knocks doors.
You bewitch hearts and everything else
Because of your bravery and chills.
Last updated October 25, 2016