how does it feel
to be loved,
to be cherished?
how does it feel to be terribly missed?
how does it feel
to be constantly reminded
you aren't alone and hated
in every waking day?
how does it feel to grow
into a flower without thorns?
how does it feel
to lose nothing at all?
how does it feel like?
not grieving in the night
not shedding tears
and screaming in the absence of light?
- how does it feel to not burn?
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loquacious
Poetrylo·qua·cious /lōˈkwāSHəs/ adjective tending to talk a great deal; talkative. "never loquacious, Sarah was now totally lost for words" (photos in the book aren't mine. credits to the rightful owners.) 5 •7 - 10 • 29
