I-don't-know-how-to-have-his-love.

I have thought a lot. As creative as I could be. How can I have his love?

Perhaps a painful tattoo of his name on my arm?

Or a house with scented candles in beautiful corners?

Or maybe secretly polishing his shoes and leaving a pair of matching socks? "Surprise!'

Or just let him peacefully chat with his friend about I-don't-know-what.

I really don't know. What they chat or how to have his love.

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Tamed by love

I am wild. I bite.

I roar. I prey.

I rip. Hearts.

I roam. Free.

I set. Boundaries.

I own. This world!

You are. In my territory.

I warn you. With one look.

You tamed me. With one look.

Purr..

 
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What if..

I would still want to wake up next to you

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Soul diggers

We a group among everyone is the most emotional. Melodramatic and everything else you others don't generally like to be.

Our world is powerful and intense and revolves around emotions and the energy it brings into existence. You know, the type that feels everything ten times more than how it actually should be.

Some call us dreamers, some crazy. Well, mostly crazy.
Some are curious about us, some scared. Well, mostly scared.

We watch the rest of them in amusement. How they you put up a face and stiffen their spines, head high like a super hero of their small own world. Ha!

We observe their aura and reflect the real them to them, but ofcourse real is scary. And then we see the fear in their eyes. Vulnerable like their souls are in our hands.

With some we play it cool, but with some we like to really play. We take one step closer to them, they take two steps back. We take one step back, they stay right where they were.

Interesting indeed. How silly is some to think that they are mighty and perfect and that you are made of uniqueness  when all you are is an energy called soul - beautiful, mild, vulnerable, emotional yet scared of being found.

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