In fields of gold, where wildflowers sway,
I dance with joy, my heart at play.
For I have found my love, my guiding light,
My shining star, my soul's delight.
So let us cherish this love we share,
And let no one else dare to compare.
For he is mine, and I am his,
And our love will flourish, a beautiful, complex rhyme.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges6 days ago in Psyche
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