Hostess

 Hostess

~Miss A


I would like to be your host, to a striking femininity,

Letting you feel the aura of scenes so beautiful and vile,

All that I ever wished, but couldn't, I'll host it for you my child,

Gift you the source of power that flows from within.


Let your soul smell what it's to reign,

So that even when you're alone, you won't be scared.

You'll rather feel like a Siren, than a damsel in distress,

I'll make you see with our own eyes, the lines that screech from your palm run deep.


You'll know, you ain't a queen bee, but nectar itself,

I prized possession, for the queen also devotes itself too.

You'll understand, the happiness people talk about finding in other, lie inside,

It'll make you so calm; that even at your worst, they won't hear your scream.


I'll let you know, what it is like to move with the classical strings,

Each sprint an escape from a world, each swim in the burrows of wind.

Close your eyes and see the blessings of each dynasty that bestow upon,

Seek the guidance from the elixir of youth, find the ultimate potential.


I know it's there, for I have felt it too, every time I stalk the sky I do,

Fairy lights bouncing from stars dim, but enough of it to enlighten this realm.

I know a lot of dark thoughts, but when I talk in this river of mindfulness, I know,

That no matter how hard it gets, or even if it gets vague, it's worth another day.


I wish for you my dear, the serenity will find you, and so would serendipity,

I hope you won't be a believer and find your own way of viewing propinquity.

Look in the eyes of your lover, without any shame or any kind of regret,

Be faithful in the law of giving all you can, the happiness they find is your return.


I wish your sweaters to be warm for the winters, the cold really bites,

Notice that after the rain, the grass stands tall and green, sweet dew it spins.

Taste it, taste how you're gifted with everything, and then won't need anything,

They dived to find the roundest of the pearls, but you rocked the rocks.


 A cape they'll gift you, with a tip that defines your personality, but with their words,

Sharper it is for smartness, rounded it is for righteous, shapes with meaning but shapes.

Hold the power that you'll be able to use it as you like, not be used by the same,

That's the power of finding youself, and my dear in your journey, I'll be your hostess.


<3



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