seasons and time flashes before me as your ground shifts further away.
i am no snow to your winter; nor am i your cherry blossom during spring.

i can be that missing piece that completes your empty puzzle.

hands pure as snow picking me up from thorns piercing through.
chills overcome as it levitates me above into the air of peace where no home of pain resides.

up, up and away i go leaving rough tracks and stone pathways.

no more pain, no more weight.

Dancing to the tunes of electric
grooving hand in hand
plastering skin to skin
one in touch,
one in soul.

Feelings tangle
with heart beating
like two bodies as one.

these whispers linger around me
like empty promises in thin air
i start to drown deep into sea
where the voices bury me with no care

They say the eyes are the doors to one's soul.
What if the soul is never present?

Is the door shut?
Can it be opened?

Or will it be undiscovered forever?

We will ever know.

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the girl:  help me feel. teach me how to feel. i want to feel.