...sorry

I can look back at my wounds

or I can forget about them

Little things can make a hole in me,

I would look black, golden and silver 

I could drink some red

though I always drink black

I could smell the sun

But I smell the brown

I can walk

It may hurt

And I can leave my traces

Green and red

and a little piece of me

I can wait or run

all the same...

There may be chances that I lose

while I try to find something

New.

I may know where I am

I am maybe lost

The answers are there

But I won't look at them

Grey, white or black
And I say "No"

I tried so long, to make better mistakes

I always took something to give

I am coward or brave

Or maybe I'm just a whisper

And I always think

that the scarlett is the redness of a scar

I maybe slow while I am running fast

I can be a roar but an empty sound

In the end

I can just look at you

I can be white and black

and always have a red in me

I can be an empty glass

though I may burn

And I can love the water

while I'm becoming fire

I can believe that it is

only unnecessary,

But I enjoy

just to be able to say...

Saya Valentine

"Valiente"

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