The prompt: say something you want to say but never will. (I kind of fudged here, because I might say these things one day. I'm not much for keeping my mouth shut)
"Dear one, I love you"
Dear one, I love you.
I love most things that you do
in your passion for life.
But I wish you'd let go of the strife
of fighting for the sake of it,
of forcing your life to split
away from the dreaded "norm."
For your heart is unique in form
and there's no need to fight.
Just sit back and rest in the light.
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