A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
GEMMA IVERSENA seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.
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You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.
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But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.
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I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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