The way it stops, the way it starts

I am a love letter
waiting to be unfolded, read
and I’ll touch your soul
if you let me,
I’ll be your haven, your calm;
I’ll be the way rain falls on
the rooftops and a warm breeze
kisses your face

don’t mistake me for an empty
vase that promised your
favorite flowers,
nor a dream you’ve already had
or a replacement for your
former lover

just take me the way that
I am, like an original painting
you’ve never seen before,
let the stars under my skin shine
all that I am into you



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