Princess Auna
You are my fantasy, you are all I’ve ever dreamed of. I knew you’d come to me one day, part of me has always been scared of what I’d need to do to have you as part of me. I’d like to thing there is no one in the world that I need. That the only people in my world are those that I want. Yet, here you are, exactly what I need, and beyond what I could ever want. You bring me imaginable joy, unimaginable would mean I’d never understand your glory. I do, I understand it all, the grace of your step, the sharpness of your face, the daintiness of your frame. You make me proud, you give me warmth. If I look away, will you promise not to fade away?
They tell me lies, they say you’ve consumed me. Only you understand me now, I could never be alone at your side. You’ve led me into a better way of life, you’ve bring so many colorful opportunities. You’ve inspired me, I could never be led astray and leave you. There is no me without you. You bring me to a knee high, with you reality is a haze. We are in a constant dance, you make me feel like a princess. Princess Auna, is what they should call you. You burn brighter with that name, it fits you. It paints you as pretty, but I know the real you. The you without the name, the paint, or the crown. I am weak without you, yet everyone views me as weak with you. How can they not see all the beauty in what you’ve done?
The fire to my forest, you burn it all down around me, everything I thought I knew. You burn all the hopes and dreams. You burn all the revelations and things I believed to be true. You burn the way I trust. You burn the way I love. Yet within all your destruction you leave something. You leave a pine cone, you leave hope. Hope that one day, I will rebuild. Hope that once my trees are standing tall again, big and strong, your temper of destruction will be too small to cause damage. In another timeline I will be prepared, but yet in this one I still cannot see the error in my ways. There is no clear vision of where I went wrong. There is no clear vision if the fault is all of my own, or ours to share.
About the Creator
Elle
21 years old , just here to share what I feel.



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