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M A R C H
╰─────────╯the earth slowly blooms a new spring , and I am still.
could I ever fall in love again? . . .
life is moving on and the wind from it is almost blowing against as I round my corner
locking away my past or trying to heal from it was last winter's war .Ive chosen to live for today, hoping for a better tomorrow
as the rain starts to settle, I feel my heart skip over and over, confusion creeping over me
I ask again , could this be the one? . . .
how to admit the fear in your stomach from digging up old senses of love? deja vu whispers to me once more. what it was once like to first fall and feel like you're soaring.
would I be able to let myself bloom?
the sun starts to peak through the grey clouds, and feel its rays spread kisses over my skin
I've been thinking of someone new all day
if the waves were to crash against us, could we stand still? shore being the home of the world's dreams. how wonderful would it be if everyone was free, like we could be. . .to be a human is to be hesitant
to be a woman is to build walls around your heart
to have pain is to never forget the hurtbut our dreams prevailed all
come and find me
I dream to see what happens next, as the trees rebirth our ground and the air becomes light
tonight, under the moon, dreams will be the safety. and maybe, someday, me and him can walk together
- Opal
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