#Iwritethiscrap

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like a feather in the wind

powerless, but soaring

fluttering, a soul seeking a twin

unshackled, a heart of stone

crushed, dripping from the path

gravel, surrounded and overgrown

shaded by fear of hate and the lust for love, a duality of two

eyes forward, the path is set

follow your feet, this is all over soon

apollo guide me, I need to see the sky

tree tops, mountains, country sides

finally the sparkle of the stars, thats where i'll find your eyes

a constellation, guiding light, my north star

She’s the heart i crave, mine.