Ballads of beauty. 10. "Listening to Paramore".

Not Afraid Anymore

You are the bomb, so blow

You are the jaw, so gnaw

I’m not afraid anymore

I’m swaggering on and on

Listening to Paramore

My denim is new

My money is few

My age – an illusion

My mind – a solution

Forging the key to your heart

Would take a master of mind

I’m not afraid anymore

If you’re wizard, I’m spell

If you’re ocean, I’m shore

My faces are cute

My senses acute

My love and my lust

All based on trust.

© 2010. Anastasia Duchevski