The Name You Cry Out

I remember her soul, catching my heart immediately

I soon learned it was made up of fairies and honey,

With a touch of both anarchy and fallen angels

The darkness and purity, so loving and funny.

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If you thought learning her soul was complicated

Just wait until you start studying her heart,

It is full of war and peace; sacrifices and secrets

But if you listen to me you’ll have a head start.

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There were times she was nothing but a silly girl

As she would travel the universe collecting faces,

She’d scoop up and hold dear their lost moments

Along with their dried tears and empty places.

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I remember her well, all those years ago

She often would sit with her head in the clouds,

Smiling and daydreaming the hours away

Never hearing the wolf whistles from the crowds.

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Unbeknownst to herself, she would be drawing

While she sat entranced in her daydreams,

The blank paper would be covered in hearts

While her loving touch would illicit screams.

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Back then was the beginning, the start of the end

When her innocence was violently removed,

Causing her to be the girl who grew up too fast

Learning of pain too soon and this never improved.

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I think she was convinced that life didn’t like her

She felt each arrow as it pierced her through,

But she made sure those around shone brightly

And you would never know as she withdrew.

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The last time I saw her, was a miserably hot day

When I saw her sitting around the shaded pool,

She had a fancy drink, something toxic and sweet

Kind of like her, as she can be loving and cruel.

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But on this day, the last I would see of her

I received a smile and come hither wave,

She smiled in such a way, I felt butterflies

And shivers but I was determined to be brave.

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I hesitated and thought twice, myself in doubt

Pretending I wasn’t bothered as I slowly strolled,

I placed a fake smile on my face, trembling

As I know she is the one that controls my soul.

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Before I could utter even a single, solitary word

She looked me in the eye, a tear or two glistening,

“Be wary of the name you cry out in the middle of

the night, there’s more than the Universe listening.”

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