My heart knows what it wants,
But my mind is too terrified to act.
Perhaps fearing the result,
Or delaying the inevitable.
Taking a chance,
Throwing all logic to the wind,
Acting on a whim of the moment.
Needing to know,
Wanting to find out,
Waiting for.....
If this heart is to be numb,
Then so be it.
No longer tempted by your dangers.
This Little Robin is leaving the crows.
Dead inside,
They feel nothing.
Selfish, vein creatures,
Only bringing rotted treasures and false ideals.
This Little Robin is going back to her own visions.
She has no more demons,
No denied desires.
This Little Robin can breathe.