
I don’t ever want to look back on the person I was.
She was young and hopeful for a poem I now have.
Holding on tight to something so real it lights a storm.
A gaze to light an electric storm with a lovely undertone.
Praying that this won’t ever fall away and leave me broken.
Agony may envelop her but so will the creativity.
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