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Somewhere deep, inside her soul

She often craved to be complete, to be whole

To be kissed without being judged

To have her bruises loved

Without being hurt.

She prayed to be prayed for

To be sought after

To be longed for

Just for once

She wanted to be, not someone’s leftover or looked down upon

But someone’s one and only one
We all have the innate desire to be loved, to be craved for, to have our wounds and scars kissed, to be longed for. But we often hold on to that feeling and keep it suppressed within, fearing that maybe we are asking for too much and may not be worthy.
Deep into your eyes
I see a fish in a stream,
A thousand flowers,
A warrior and a child.

The kindest garden
Is in your heart,
I'm silently wishing
To get inside.

Once you open your gate,
I'll open mine.
I wish our words
could be as easily
erased from our hearts
as they are from paper
I am trying to avoid you,
But you keep showing up

I was invisible to you once,
And now you notice me
Like I'm a pimple
On the tip of your nose

I'm not complaining,
I don't want you to go
Stay as long as you want
a charmer with no intention,

you swept me off my feet.

like they always seem to do.  

but someday,

I hold fast,

to the idea that maybe,

just maybe,

you'll fly away with me too.

— The End —