Was waiting for her, but her mind kept pushing and pushing hard against it
She fought for years against people seeing her naked And when she finally let him in Her hopes vanished when she realized that he was no longer in it like she thought he was Like she started to become Honey oozing slowly from the butterfly’s lips Let me kiss you before I scream And wake up from this dream One day she will have it Love in its purest form But for now she works on perfecting her craft Creating art for the soul, art that feeds hers Because with it, through it, and by it She will fall fast, and hard, and find it And never let it go Whatever that is meant to be hers She will love fluidly and fearlessly And never regret it
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