For I am afraid my lord,
Of my own ignorance.
Time is key,
Yet my key is locked away within my heart.
So I wander,
Looking in the woods blindly,
As demons and brutes,
Scowl around my stench of apparent fear.
For once more you have touched me,
And another once more I burst into diamonds.
You travel from a distance,
As I leave our dream in its place.
But will you come back?
Will you comfort me again my love?
For I have endured the cold,
The vanishing fire you breathe to me.
This silence for I have suffered,
Aches me dearly.
Will you come back to me?
Or am I a child chasing after wind?
For I do not need your touch,
Nor your thoughts or feels or attachment.
I need your reality,
To be apart of mine.
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