Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Fire.

Why is it my heart is always hungry for another
Roaring louder than my stomach ever could
I lose myself within the chaos of structured silence
laying on what seems could most easily be understood
but distance keeps persistent, consistant in keeping me alone
I keep my chin up, but it's hard you know?
When all you truly desire, is simply
the fire
burning, warming, and melting your soul
the fire
made in the momentum of two hearts growing old, together
the fire
of a love you and I have yet to know

I feel the flame, whistling within

grazing the very walls of my chest
seeking an escape, a binding ignition with another
I suppose only time and faith know best



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