like electricity
you run through me
bringing power
a shallow analogy
a deep abrasion
your beauty
like wildfire
burns with intensity
melting my perplexity
the stars in your eyes
the clouds on your tongue
your wisdom
like silence
misunderstood
loved
hated
beautiful.
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let life bleed through my pen
strength is not a measure of how many tears we hold back, but, rather, how many we weep without drowning...
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