Fears

I rest you
in front of me
And paint you through
my lashes.
Keep you hidden
within those black windows.
Some unrealistic
connection it is.
The hue is natural
So you, so me.

This time
My fear facing me.

adores me,
approaches me
Whispers to me
That now he likes to celebrate me.

And I couldn’t let go of those
whispering sounds
Turns out I was the one
who adored perpetual darkness.

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