I flip my hair upside-down to wash it and your scent takes me to a place where time and hate are unknown.
I want to lay down and sleep surrounded by you.
Gentle and commanding, I am swept along by love. You possessed me.
Like a sprouting seed, it grew more powerful with every heartbeat.
The sunshine and air don't understand that roses can't live without them.
You were that to me... and more.
The truly strong must be those who survive... love.
As the water washes a part of you away,
I cry deep inside.
I look forward to washing my hair again.
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Lady Sunday
I'm a self-publishing author of fiction and I love to research and write creative non-fiction.
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