61. Innocence

Embracing the unknown
Going forth
Not knowing
What will be shown?

Treading the unfamiliar
Without a gander
Or wonder
What will be the deal breaker
If I follow my heart?

What will happen
If I went towards
What breaks my heart?

How will I live
With a heart broken open
By my own innocence?

Is this a call home
To where I once knew
There’s nothing wrong
With what I choose?

Even if I end up
Alone with tired eyes
Sinking in the blues?

After I went to play
Not knowing it was unsafe
To being true?

Is this what happens
When I look myself in the eyes and say
I love you?

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