You looked my way,
And when I spoke, nothing came out.
I could be lost, hurt, but needed.
I would be good, haven’t felt safe. But so secure in your direction.
Warm embrace
Tranquility washed anew
Sparkling
Dainty
I am lost but I know who I am
Flames ignite
Passion daunting
I am tossed
torn and hurt.
I see my reflection, catch my shadow embracing.
Cultivated by the memory, drawn in the tears,
I need no one.
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