Words that dribble like honey, one that sweats the crevices of radiant cacophonies of the aura true
Where life staggers its breath, yet the prowess of one's depths pours when syllables leave their sinew.
Oh, how merry one must be when the stars and their mortal worlds align
Yet they feel the urge to deny someone's existence, one that with solace intertwines.

The glistening sun embraces the waving strides of existential bane,
Where life and poetry move in tandem, yet words that enamor one also render one in the fashion same.
The heart feels heavy, yet one never utters a sigh
For their soul know in the deceiving glances of unbothered eyes, the game of existence belies

If it wearies your spirit, escape as much as you want to 
Off to the mountains, into the wild, where no one knows you out of the blue 
You beckon to owe no explanation of why you chose to be a certain way 
When all they did was try every chance to take your light away...

I love too hard, I care with a heart that radiates in the mirth of unbridled glee
I shine in the beauty of my scars, my flaws, ones that set me free.
If your syllables hold agony, one that reflects the truth of your entirety
I will not return your animosity, but rather show you how your essence holds no meaning in who I beckon to be.

Throw all the shade you want, boo, my life will still radiate in the sunshine I hold
Your words beckon to be who you are,
I will keep shining in the light that I behold...

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