no more running behind what a person should feel for me, I never needed validation, my presence alone speaks…
I do have a habit of talking, just to do as such, and it appears to be a lot, when it really isn’t much; I put fire to those that are flammable, I’ll eat at the flesh of your façade, kind of like a cannibal…
there’re stars for the sky; trees for the earth’s air supply, ongoing changes on my horizon, that shake your world like Poseidon… committed in all the best ways; free in my thoughts. never to be enslaved.
flood me with optimism, keep me from thinking that with you, its pessimism; pronounce me as an euphoric light, let me be the reason your world is bright; fill me with intimate confidence; make your love wear down my continence…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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