remix this.

Beautiful.

Something innocent. 

Something mild.

Something genuine.

Something wild.

Tricks up the sleeve,

complement the little tales you weave.

A burden I heave,

make up the reasons for me to leave.

Sometimes I fight.

Sometimes I hide.

Sometimes I might

pretend I never tried,

pretend I never cried.

Sometimes, something adventurous could take you for a ride.

M.