My blood is a rushing river.
This heart is a burning bridge.

Don't touch me.
Don't you dare touch me.

Unless you plan on leaving
a story behind

I am a star of woman
I am an explosion

Love is a lost gift.
Why wish for its return.
Why beg for its flame when you've already been burned?
Is it not enough to live from day to day remembering its tune like a beautiful melody you heard years ago-
is it not enough to see a bruise and remember how it blossomed?
Love is a song we hear only a few moments in our lifetime
but it's that memory that is the gift, the way we remember it lasts forever.
Stop ruining love by wanting what no longer exists.
Your soul is beaming with flowers,
it's time to stop watering your scars.

You are guarded
and full of light
at the same time,
like the moon
before she undresses.

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