Fear had kept me incarcerated To wallow in the mire, I questioned intentions And shunned my emotions, I was a floricide to my bohemian spirit The moon was gray but I thought it blue Skeptical of strangers and fickle rucksacks, Life had been steadfast but stopped in a sway And I was nowhere between brick and mortar Remembering those times seem immemorial But they'd been here, and lived off me, impassive, Existing through me, they'd dined with me Drugged me, enslaved me, wanted me, they loved me It was hard affections and rancid love Feelings that felt like ashes And cobwebs of nothing Yes, love could be lethal in a cold way And here I am again, in a little hideaway Enrapt in the warmest shawl of adorning gaze Fixated on my quashed glow Enunciating eirlys whispers of love Yes, even a splintered sun still loves the shadow.. OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATromancebg2 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.