She's not an outcast, she just grows different.
Like cold dirt her body craved the sun,
She yearned for its warm presence at dawn,
Even a slight touch from a mindless shine...
She craved attention.
When her wind blew kisses
All that was said is goodbye.
When her wind blew bridges,
They begged by her side.
When her fire ignited
The urges were blinded
Her flames extinguished,
She craves some tension.
When her rain poured
It was not cause she cried,
But to open up her skies
and retry.
When her moon shows
It’s nothing but a glow
Because as her darkness grows
Her energy continues to flow.
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About the Creator
Jacinda Almonte
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