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apprehensive
do i need permission
i'm afraid to allow myself
to make the decision
what if i'm selfish
what if i'm selfless
when i'm around you
i feel helpless
with these useless feet
and torturous dreams
why couldn't you
just leave me be
i don't like talking to you
for this exact reason
it's not about being cold
or making things even
you only wanna talk
when your sky is falling down
when all along you walk all over me
like i'm the ground
๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต
๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜บ
๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ
๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด
๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜บ
๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ,
๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ


๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ
๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐโ€™๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ?
๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง-๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ด,
๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ?
๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ
๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ

๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than loveโ€”
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and meโ€”
Yes!โ€”that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than weโ€”
  Of many far wiser than weโ€”
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the seaโ€”
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Like a tragic car crash
On the side of the road
I leave flowers
At the scene of my tragedy
Where shattered remains
Of a broken heart still reside



8/13/2020
I leave gifts for strangers
In alleyways of places once been
Like a postal service
That's gone out of business
But I'm a poor girl
Just still trying to do her job





8/20/2020
They called me wildfire-
The girl that couldn't be tamed
But I am tired of burning
Everything I touch





08/23/2020
Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.

Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.

Waiting....
              waiting
to be plucked
               and caressed
full filling
               her passions need
                         waitingโ€ฆ  
                                     waiting
                      in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
       blinded by her sight

she is....

The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~
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