Sunday, February 9

5...



She walks alone,
Her space is her home,
Small but secure, safe quad,

Safer than the world away.
She is happy, she is allayed.
They meet......
He walks as a head,
Lots of Chatter around him.
He is firmly in control. 
He sneaks into her world,
Forces the fit till its perfect,
Recreates a comfortable abode.
She conforms to his part.
He has her, she has him,

Meshed hearts,Twin flames.. 
He wants her to walk with him,
An addition to his clan.
She looks around,
Judgemental faces staring back.
Will she? Can she? Should she?
Maybe she would...
Maybe in another world....



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