Black Orchid

As time goes by,

Grains of sand piled up onto the wooden sand clock called life,

You will slowly see that its support and intimacy you need,

In any form of relationships,

Family, Romantic and Friendships.

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To be seen as whole,

Wrecked, broken and full of misery,

but then again accepted in totality

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Anybody can want and love you when you’re happy,

Full of life,

Kind, compassionate, Carefree,

But what’s harder to find is people who will be with you in your misery.

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To be a mess,

Figuring life as you go but the person is there with you through it,

To be difficult to deal with,

But have that rock that’s just going to whisk your shit away and come back when you gain your sanity,

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To be able to tell your deepest fears,

But that person knows it’s just fears,

Not at all the true reflection of your bravery.

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To be able to share your achievements,

And that person is elated and jumping with happy tears,

Happy that you made it.

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To be admired,

To be looked at,

To be listened to,

To be understood,

To be able to laugh together genuinely.

To feel safe in one’s energy

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Intimacy, that’s what it is,

In any form of relationships.