You
You were the delicate flower,
I was the wandering marauder,
By the chance we met each other.
I always felt a lingering sense,
Of untamed loneliness,
Inside my chest.
But you, you had to change it all,
You had to slip into my heart,
And fill it your buds,
Filling all the emptiness that was.
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