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Look at MeI love to watch you dance. Your messy golden trusses billow around you like rays of sunshine, carefree and happy. Your fingers flared open to catch the wind as it gently kisses your skin.
Such a contrast to this dirty, angry, rushed world that you're dancing in and I wonder... has it always been this way? When did I become so jaded, so out of tune with the pure joy that comes with spinning in circles just because you feel like it? When did all the dirt start to look so... dirty?
You turn to smile at me, your eyes gleaming and bright. You say “look at me” and I do, taking in the whole picture. You are my little girl who loves to dance, hold kitties, and play in dirt. You are my devilish little angel, always a whirlwind full of surprises and energy.
For a fleeting moment, I am at peace and lost in your innocence.
The cashier hands me my receipt and I put it away. I
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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