Rain weds ground in winter,
Teased and soaked the dust,
They held on to each other,
They were no longer alone,
Then they prayed for summer,
Hoping to annihilate the cold,
If only they knew...
They need not warmth,
If only they knew...
Cold was what kept them close,

Wondering or loving,
Missing or fraying,
To leave is to grow,
Give in to the draw,

You stayed for as long as a blink,
Only to live in my pages as an ink,
Promised myself to turn the page,
Hoping you'd stay in my book cage,

(2 couplets)
Beware of the voice that you may hear within
isn't a ravening demon or some ill departed kin.
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Make sure that the inner voice which you hear
isn't one that is causing doubt, worry and fear.
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"I need to refill my light," said the Moon wondering behind the world,
"Come out," whispered the Sun, "I'll bath you with my light even if I get burned."

They say, "Poetry favors introverts,"
But, of course, if oxygen does extroverts,

"Poetry truly loves & feeds on misery,"
But, of course, as she does on anything,