brown sugar cinnamon
trying to find her way around asking, "is it temporary?"
oh of course it is baby. you've already found yourself.
well maybe in your last life.
kinda gotta start that all over again.
only while dealing with issues of the twin.
flame that is. and their love was just that , a burning flame... as strong as their shared soul bond, strong as ever. constantly asking for a sign only to find feather & see a number.
gave her the confirmation she needed but of course she was still unsure...
still questioning her team "is this the love i think is for me?"
oh of course it is baby.
maybe she just needed that little push from her twin so she wouldn't have to ask "is it him?"
him. the one who reset her perception to the world. and from that july on she was a completely different girl.
she'd be completely unrecognizable to that 5'3 ish "mean faced" lovable being
naive as she couldn't see what was yet to drop to her feet
she'd be in the most disbelief
and disbelief was what she felt
when he left and she couldn't seem to help herself
only for a while that is
till she wiped her tears and said "i literally don't have to take this"
"right?"
it was bad
she had questioned her self an awful lot as she for one couldn't seem to recognize herself
he had broken her
broken her out of the shell of the known
she had grown but she was still hurt and healing for the colors he had shown
and for a while i guess she couldn't tell
he didn't want her as his own
in fact he didn't know what or WHO he wanted
but he left her feeling trapped as if she in fact was his own not giving a care in the world that her feelings had grown
*alot*
and even after that year she had still feared to be who she'd always dreamed
dress how she wanted, talk how she wanted hell, i don't think anybody would even hear.
she spoke, she didn't roar only hoping she have acceptance galore
not from the internal
her thoughts isothermal
all over the place she still managed to move with somewhat grace
she'd go home and crash though with no one to hear
only wanted a heart and a listening ear
a listening ear to replace the damage done by him. "he was the one."
by that 3rd year in counting she released that and believed
the voices whom were not her team
"you look so pretty" behind the façade she'd left for them.
during that summer she began to try to open her soul, wide, and look for the new faces that'd come by and she met one who finally taught her the lesson
you are the brown sugar cinnamon
who shouldn't feel limited now or then
