The Crave


A amazing poem shared by a talented writer.

(c) Dimitra Milan

Kiss me like I was your sleeping beauty
With love and adoration so strong that it wakes me from my death

Shower me with love so that the seed I once was blossoms into a rose that is worthy to be plucked and given to a loved one

Protect me from my demons so that I can love you freely without hesitation.

Without worry.

Without preparing myself from an inevitable heartbreak.

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