Trigger warning: eating disorder...
Never Underestimate
Em, once a damaged...
The waltz of beauty
and the recognition of...
your cheeks pinken like cherry-blossoms coming to,
on a warm spring morning, on this crisp april...
When the nights are black
And the shadows beckon...
your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates...
Your winter gust is a firestorm
that burns the chambers of my heart...
You smell of scorched bushes,
and you thought of stars as poets...
Our voices fell silent.
On your side of the world...
The boy traveled far
hearing the Soul of the World...
Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...
I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...