Put on your favorite dress, or your favorite pair of shoes, Something that makes you feel confident, and helps you shine through.
By new kingabout a year ago in Poets
Fear grips my heart, it takes hold of my soul, A weight on my shoulders, that's hard to control. It whispers in my ear, with a voice so unkind,
Fear holds me captive, in a prison of my own making, My mind consumed by doubts, my heart heavy with aching. But I know I can break free, from this suffocating hold,
The door stands tall, it beckons to me, With a promise of change, and the chance to be free, It whispers of adventure, and the magic within,
Doors of opportunity, all around us they stand, A gateway to new beginnings, a promise of land, A chance to explore, to learn, to grow,
In the dead of night, when the moon is high, And the world is shrouded in darkness and mystery, The witching hour arrives, and the veil between worlds,
Rise up, oh mighty soul, And let your light shine bright, For within you lies a power untold, A strength to conquer any fight.
She weaves her spells like a spider spins her web, With intricate patterns, and threads of magic so fine, She is the spell weaver, the mistress of the craft,
She walks through the forest, tall and proud, Her magic and power, she wears like a shroud, She is the enchantress, the keeper of the wild,
As the moon rises high in the sky, And the stars shine bright with an eerie light, The witching hour draws nigh, And the world is transformed in the blink of an eye.
In the quiet of the evening, As the sun begins to set, We pause to catch a fleeting moment, That we'll never soon forget.
In you, I have found my heart's true home, A love that has flourished, and has never roamed, Your eyes sparkle like the stars up above,