The Girl With the Black Heart

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What are Limits?

November 23, 2013 by Jennifer Garay

I'll break myself into 1,000 pieces. 

I'll burn 1,000 bridges. 

I can piece myself back together.                                                                                                 

I can swim across the ocean if what's on the other side appeals me. 

Darling, don't you see?                                                                                                                      

Look at me. 

Limit's don't mean a thing when you know your abilities.                                                          

Limit's just test our capabilities.                                                                                                      

Limit's don't mean a thing to me. 

What's a life full of cautions?                                                                                                            

What's a life without chaos?    

What's summer without the sun?                                                                                                          

What's a rose full of thorns and no petals?     

Darling, don't you see?                                                                                                                     

Look at me.

I'm not afraid to burn while playing in the sun.                                                                                                    

I'm not afraid to prick my fingers as long as I get to smell the roses. 

 

 

 

November 23, 2013 /Jennifer Garay
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