02 Shawna L.
Religion Based
I can't tell you about the others,
I can barely speak for myself.
I hide under cover;
waiting for the right moment,
to shine!
I am what you least expected,
the flower inside the womb,
of the mother.
A goddess in drapery;
hell is my infirmary,
And you are but blind.
Ancient tis the body;
whole inside this shell.
But within it,
something else.
I change with the wind,
freeze under pressure.
Break like glass,
and come together.
See me in the night,
cold winter frosty, light.
I am but the flame inside you,
that can be lit.
With a spark of insanity,
and a moments thought.
You are my...
I am your...
We are,
one.
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