Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

bottled love

running hard, shadows tried to steal my breath
as they grasped at my heels
i wondered if what i feel is worth
peeling my heart open for you, or should i
keep it under lock and key, bottled up and
tossed out into the sea where a stranger
can find it and fabricate mystical stories
about how we were once star crossed lovers
who roamed the earth

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