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Apparent truths The distance is apparent.
It's in every sigh,
every phone call,
every tear,
every night alone.
It's in every embrace,
every look,
every touch,
every kiss goodbye.
The love is apparent.
Capture the Fae Rain falling.
Faerie giggles.
Darting through the forest,
she hides,
desperately wanting to be found,
to be set free from her tree,
its dead weight clinging to her throat.
She darts in and out of sight,
her muse searching for her,
yet unable to keep her in his grasp.
It terrifies her,
to want to be caught,
to be freed by such a man.
He makes her heart bleed poetic,
her soul cry out hymnals of bliss,
her skin unveil bruises of passion.
Her tree, her beacon from the past,
a weight that she felt she must bear,
becomes less important than
his touch upon her face,
his hands intertwined in her hair,
his lips caressing her neck.
True family Family.
They're not the ones related to you by blood.
That's just coincidence.
Family are the ones
you share your dreams with,
your fears with,
your tears with,
your smile with and
your laugh with.
They're the ones you lean on
in your tough times,
and who lean on you
in their own.
They're the ones
you can't live without,
because the world
wouldn't be the world
without them.
They're the ones
who protect you as
you protect them.
Family are the ones
whose smile make you smile,
tears make you cry,
laugh makes you laugh,
support your dreams,
comfort your fears,
and always stay by your side.
My family is my friends.
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