Stitch me together
with tender love and I'm completed.
Unravel me at the
seams change me I become depleted.
I'm a patchwork of
contradictory but strong emotions.
Realism is my barrier
against all unrealistic notions.
That doesn't mean
I don't have wings and want to fly.
And if you clip them,
you'll cause all my dreams to die.
I need a sense of freedom,
so from entrapment please refrain.
Try to restrain me, then
watch the love from my eyes drain.
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