playing in the dark,
holding heat in our hands,
we are the concubines of our hearts.
And do you miss it?
Because you've realized you need it,
so no.
You're growing up
and you see no point in believing things that don't matter.
When will you stop hating yourself?
...as much as I hate you.
Because it's cute.
And I wish you knew me,
But to make you happy I'll wait.
Watch. Wait.
To steal your body away from darkness,
To take flight,
or maybe-
Holding on to something is better,
we can stay ground on the ground,
Since you so much want to be a dragon.
Let me take Flight.
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