The soul not guided by the rules,
but instead
shaped into the opposite of expectation.
she was strong,
hair, light and long.
eyes, bright and wrong.
So much anxiety
to fill her empty body.
broken promises built her heart.
She only sees the finish,
she can’t seek the start.
she needs something more
something she desires,
she has to explore.
she needs to leave,
to truly believe.
she needs to love,
to take, make of.
she thought she needed you.
she needs to run,
her name spelled blue.
the peace with the ones.
the passion with two.
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