Once the words leave your lips they are unstoppable. They spew love or hate or joy or pain. Yours spewed hate, once someone spoke to me with amorous energy, learning all about me.
Oh I crave to be enough, adored and truly seen for me, one of the good ones.
My bones are aching for change. To soar rather than a singing caged bird.
This will not define me. I will grow I will soar and in 2 short years I will be the one serving the people bringing solace.
Oh how I wish you would bring me solace. Read me sonnets and kiss me in my dreams.
Oh beloveds, there will be peace. I will find it. If you can, bring it to me.
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