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She was the storm.. or maybe we both were..

She was the lightening that struck across my skies and tore through the darkness..

Emotions spread like poison but she was my cure..

She was this flowing wave of light wrapped with a blackness so careless..

But those sweet azure eyes revealed the light she burried beneath the earth of her soul she claimed never there..

But it was always there.. clawing at the earth and gasping for air.. begging to be seen..

Her light was my cure.. it was everything i wanted to keep safe.. a light that came to heal..

My sweet blind enchantress.. blind to your own beauty and forbidden from your own light..

Always running.. hiding within yourself.. you dance with strangers and await them to take flight..

I promise only to fly if its to hold you to the stars so you can see the light i see in you..

Just lift your head and step aside the shadow.. because if you saw youre light.. if only you knew..

The delicate fire thst could defeat every shadow.. and light the world in its engulfing darkness..

A light that makes everything sane.. everything beautiful.. even while we are tangled in this chaotic mess..