She falls too easily
~too readily
And the damage is etched deeper each time.
If she is too happy
~she worries
Because she aniticipates the ominous signs.
What now? A cookie?
~It can't be...
The fortune within shuns her negative mind.
"Look inside, look deeply
~past uncertainties.
Your history of heart aches have made you blind."
Only in her poetry
~she's free
The anguis can flow from all she holds inside.
She laughs at the irony
~disbelievingly.
Once again, she knows her heart must cross the line.
She gives too quickly
~too willingly
And the damage engraved grows with time.
She remembers sadly
~but also gladly
And again wipes away all hope from her eyes.
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