Words, My Words

Words, my words,

You and I, we were always one,

I followed your essence, like a sunflower waiting for the sun...

And on nights, and on days,

When nothing was left to hold,

You let me fall into your arms,

A peaceful place called home...

And I cried, and I begged,

To my death, when I bled,

Your scent calmed me down,

Rosemary on my coffin...

You let me liberate my soul,

Through poetry, and musings,

Oh so beautiful, so kind,

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So warming you were to me,

How you haunted me for years,

When I failed to see your worth...

I failed to praise your beauty,

Then you punished me for so long,

Always on the tip of my fingers,

But never poured out...

I stumbled on your shadows,

Slipping on the thorns,

While reaching for my rose,

And then I bled the words out...

Words, my words,

They call me a writer,

How do I tell them, that you write me?