The Burning Parchment of Pain
I understand her
Her emotions seem to flow through me
Giving me the ability,
To paint a picture of her pain in my mind
I wish I could burn the parchment
and leave remnants of ashes behind
And though she feels her personal journey is not mine
I will continue to parallel her stride for stride
Never leave her side
The beast will never devour or divide
Never hide
Head held high
Entering boldly into the next sunrise
And now how alive are her eyes
She removed her mask and tossed her disguise
blown away all the ashes her beauty survives
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