The first time i saw her
i fell in love ;
Then she existed in my head .
She spoke so gently
Remember when you were young
and you put a shell to your ear
you heard the sea.
That was her .
Soft like morning breeze
but she wasn't as nice as she made out
She opened the door to them
my shame,
my secret shame.
She used to tell my things.
things that never made sense.
Words without a purpose of intent.
She was with me and went wherever i went
She said she was a protector
I think she lied.
I think she lied...
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Poetrythe demons are calling crystal clear calling but the clarity is a trap just to be sure can be twisted in itself when you think you speak with god but its the demons that are calling
