He drew me in
with his seductive words
and dark, brooding glare…
then set my soul on fire.
with his seductive words
and dark, brooding glare…
then set my soul on fire.
Without my ever saying a word,
he knew how to love me
in a way I never even knew I needed;
Illuminating my facets
more brilliant than ever
with each passing day –
I was the Opal to his Obsidian,
and my soul would be his
forevermore…
Dark & twisty; Elated & vibrant…
Consider these writings/purges, the absolution of an Empath.
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A match made – where?
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