Can I be the poet, a dreamer and hopeless romantic
The one who still cries in all the cheesy places, and hasn’t grown out of the ”silly antic”
Can I bare to let myself feel every fall, crack, and splinter
Letting myself cry in the moment, and leave behind my ” big girl face” which was much more childish in the first place.
Can I laugh and love, without fearing loss before even seeing the gain
Can I feel every pain, no borders or walls,
My protection not being man-made bars?
Can I leave them all behind, right here and now, say goodbye
And let myself cry?