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Jun 2014
Don't leave.
I'm desperate for you to hear my secrets.
You can't imagine what I've been through.
You don't know about the tears
That cascaded down my
Rosy cheeks,
But you also don't know how I feel
When I'm with you.
Have I told you how
The roses long to be cradled by
The western wind?
Hold me fast while the breeze turns harsh
And cold.
Take my hand and my heart,
Dance with me endlessly.
We could be the shadows on the walls.
Treasure me:
I am fragile and breakable.
The earthquakes tear this soul apart.
I keep trying to hide behind glass and makeup.
Is it working?
Can you see who I really am?
Forever,
I want you to wait for me.
Find me,
Lost in the darkness.
You left me,
Was my mask too much,
Or my heart too little?
Prosopography Definition: a description of a person's social and family connections, career, etc., or a collection of such descriptions.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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