Dear ______

Dear ______,

You were the tidal wave to my smoldering fire

The Dorothy to my Cowardly Lion

The Dementor to my Gryffindor

You were the thorn to my rose

The melody to my song

The strings to my harp

You could extinguish me in an instant

And ignite me just as quickly

I was the storm that would keep you indoors

The center of a tunnel

The middle of a desolate field

I was the leech that hung from you loosely

The gum that stuck to the bottom of your shoe

I was the stroke that you needed to erase

You were a wave, crashing to the shores

All that remained was a baby turtle chasing the moon.

 

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