I was never one to bite the tongue
that spits sharp and quick
with wit and fiery passion.
I was never one to bite my tongue.

I was never one to hold back
the vivacious, lively girl
with quick wit and passion.
I was never one to hide who I was.

But as much as the days change
so do I
and I'm beginning to wonder
if I had ever known exactly
who I was.
I was never one to second guess.

I wrote stories that could move the sun
and destroy every hope you had left
of your sweet sanity and crumble it
into an ineffable reality.
I was never one to double check.

But just like the seasons,
I changed, fast and fierce
because of a force unknown to man
that I spent years convincing myself
wasn't even real nor imaginary.
I was never one to believe in love.

Somehow it found me
and a way to dissemble
my quick wit
and set ablaze to my fiery passion.
It captured me in it's warm embrace
and promised me a lifetime
of security.

Just as it came
so did the loophole
and I realized quickly
that there was a time
where I must bite my tongue
and there is a place
where passion and fire cannot meet
and sometimes
you have to edit,
even your best work
on your worst days.

You see-
I was never one to bite my tongue,
I was never one to hide who I was.
I was never one to second guess,
I was never one to double check.

I was never one to believe in love
and when I did,
my eyes opened wide
and I had seen a world never shown
it was then I realized that
all those things I never did
had now become a part of my daily routine
maybe love, isn't as bad as I had made it seem.
and now, i may be a lot less sane
but my wit is a lot more keen.