I am a woman interwoven by a perfect Mister. I possess rare beauty that isn't centered on just physical aesthetics. I am kind. I am light. I swim constantly in the pool of peace. I see danger and sometimes, I dip my finger to have a taste. I can be a slow burn but my explosion leaves nothing unburnt. My mind is a maze runner, try to keep up when you can. I crave a romantic love that burns but not engulf me in an inferno. I know all these and I let my mind wander off only to return with doubts. I am a work of art in progress, so I understand that one would need to erase and redo certain parts of the art. There's hope for me after all.
Who am I?
I am the dreamer.
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Petals in a Slave
PoetryA collection of poems inspired by the hidden treasures within a soul. Not everyone is aware of the petals they can grow from within.
