Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
JESSICA WILDEYou hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
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When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
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Your laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.
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I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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