to feel your skin.
I want
to feel your kiss on my neck
on my cheek
on my lips.

the way you used to look at her.

when the sunlight reaches through the trees to feel my skin
And the wind runs its fingers through my hair.
Because on a day like that
Is when we first met.
And even though you're gone,
and i now adore cold weather,
we'll always have our sunny days.

I will not be a puppet of ego,
for I am my own master.
One deserving to feel free.
To dance in sacred vessel untethered.
To sing melodically with grace.
To connect own heart strings to another.

I am not a puppet on a string.
Just a dancing princess
moving in the wind,
searching for love.

no strings attached
but puppets aren't their own masters.

it seems the side of you I've never seen before
Wants me the most