I yearn

I yearn for the time I felt like myself again

In spring, a warm evening, where the sun was not too hot for my skin

Inside my big round eyes, the beautiful colors of a butterflies' wing

It landed right infront of me to rest

I was so small and not tired

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I yearn

I yearn for another memory that is not hurtful to my heart

In spring, while the sun starts to hurt my eyes again

Inside my apartment that is not big but feels almost empty

It never matters though because

I am fragile and exhausted

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I yearn

I yearn for a warm soul

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I yearn