Red flushed cheeks,
Daisy's salted waterfall always get the best of her.
Waiting in a forest fire,
Waiting on a knight in shining armour to save her.
Waiting and waiting,
Like a kid lost in the scene of a thousand fallen lanterns.
Waiting on his helping hand,
His calloused skin.
Praying for one day to be loved.
Because that was all it matters to her.
All that matter is to be loved by a knight in shining armor,
coming to save her.Petunia was thrown to the trenches.
All bloody and bruised.
Trembling, with no one to hold.
Left all alone,
Left to die by herself.
Fighting off chimeras and burn down thorny branches.
But still with her winning wounds,
She still waiting on a knight in shining armour.
To come by,
To reach her.
To be saved.Because that is all that matters.
To find light in the cracks of two canyons.
To let him taints her blue heart with his golden handprints.
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There is a seventh heaven in letting
yourself to be loved, to fall down
absent-mindedly, to keep your skin
thin, heart breakable,
and vulnerably translucent.
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My Kingdom of Indigo [ I ]
PoesíaA celestial throne for your crescent heart. Where innocence meet the fire of venge. And become one. To be loved, to be cherished, to be protected, By one knight in shining armor.