You’re a fable.
You’re a myth.
Beauty like yours exits only in tales.
Love like this exists only in stories.
Yet here you are.
You are a dream come to life. So don’t go. I want to see this dream forever.
I’m moving forward, oh yes, I believe.
Yet I feel I’m being pulled back too.
No. I’m being dragged down to depths beneath.
But I hear calls telling me, “fly high soon.”
I’m getting dizzy, so I close my eyes.
My head is hurting, so I shut my ears.
My body aches, so I muffle my cries.
All to convince myself I’m not in tears.
In this moment I chose to embrace it.
Why run from the pain? It’s better than death.
It means there’s candles in this temple, lit.
Seek the source of this flame so I may mend;
Mend my heart and mind, for in chasing the world I lost myself,
And lost the one who kept the light shining in me all Himself.
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