When I look at you,
I see summer breeze,
A warrior coloured in
crimson, drenched in
submission.
I see worlds collapsing,
flames and ashes,
fire and ice, soaked in
a river of tears that
ooze out of the years
that have passed by.
Comforting me,
I see the folds of the printed
bedsheet you wrapped me in
so that I could get out of the
dungeons of hopelessness.
In you, I find solace,
Lips gradually taking their
way up towards the twinkle
in your eyes, I see a subtle
innocence dancing in the
shadows of the storm spewing
hate and indecisiveness.
When I look at you,
I see love erupting from the
edges of your imperfect curves,
curves nonetheless.
Your mouth drips honey,
The stars in your galaxy
breed another world,
entirely your own.
You are a misfit, soaked in
self acceptance moving
towards self love.
You are the silver lining
people look up to when
they're left with nothing.
You, my lady, need to rise above
and see that you are beautiful,
in your own ways and never let
these horrible men or judgemental
aunts tell you otherwise.
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"You are a spark in the world of hope,
I need you to walk me through the
dark times, the good ones, the bitter-
sweet and I need you to need me,"
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