Let's pretend we are not in love

And go on walking

So I can fall for you

All over again

I will never be that foolish again as to expect anything to break my fall but my own two hands.

A piece of paper,
Pale skin,
Hands....
full of sin,
Bad choices,
Regret and remorse,
Into depression they sink,
Ink,
An author's blood n' tears,
A tool to which they might write about their fears,
Stains,
Of which faded memories remain,
A tainted soul,
A poet is made of Words of bold,
to reflect feelings untold

Want to walk around with a "free hug" sign
so that someone would hug me back.