Wild Lions
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You once told me
To never fear the judgment of whispers
And that neglect is a special kind of venom
That leaves a special kind of bruise
But the winds began to tarnish my soul
And my existence seemed to become transparent
I have always been a wildfire
With a flame I thought no one could tame
Then a stranger such as you, effortlessly extinguished it
Leaving me with nothing but nervous quiver
(You) were not trying to smother my fire
You were trying to (inspire) it
Because with empty goodbyes
And (a thousand) kept promises
The spilled ink on a paper
Would start to remind me of forgotten (possibilities)
You were a mystery book left incomplete
Seconds wasted searching the skies
To ensure me (that) it will quench my thirst
Trying to mend the pitiful pieces of me back together
And you did
You said you would like to (make) something
With all the pieces that seemed to fit
I knew the pieces fit because I was the one who broke them
So you took those pieces and made (me) myself again
You once told me
That I was a (wild)flower
Because I was delicate
(For) when I didn’t receive all I desired Id welt
But I never told you
That you were a forest
That I could thrive in forever
Because your kisses are the soil to the ground
And you have this powerful hold on me
That makes me want to blossom
And the daylight is still present at midnight
Because that is (your) special kind of venom
You have the heart of a dandelion
And if lions love flowers
And the wild loves everything dandy
Then this makes sense
I would love to be judged by lion’s whispers
Because a lion that holds back his roar
Is a (love)ly lion indeed
Because what else makes a wild lion
Or a lion wild?