She was a silent love force.
A Muse of her own.
Something like magic, anxiously stirring in a teacup.
Desperate to be drank and understood.
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Ciara Ashley Johnson 
I really like this poem. It sounds so much like a person who wants others to know him/her and also to be known. That’s beautiful. A lot of people don’t want that. They want to know but not be known and to be known but not know.
i just LOOOOOOVE this one. It’s so YOU ❤ and . . . ME too 🙂