Is it wrong
To want
Is it wrong
To talk
Is it wrong
To hurt
Is it wrong
To want to ****

I've always thought
Love was meant to be fire
Like a burning on my skin
Not a seed
Slowly seeking my heart
It's not like fire and out of control
It's slow demanding, sensual in a way
Love is something that blooms

You taught me to look
To open my eyes
You taught me to hope
To cope with the past
You taught me to be happy
To believe in myself
You taught me to love
To love myself, to love others
You showed me love
And love showed me, you

Me and I
We don't always agree
But there's one thing
We collectively know
We are lucky
To have met you ❤️

Why can't
I just get it right for once
Why do I always hurt them

I'm always worrying  
About when you'll move on
Find someone better
I'm not hard to replace
You've got men lining up
I'm worried
And scared
That'll you find someone else

I might never tell you
But you mean the world
I can't explain
How could I
I could I explain all these
Feelings and emotions
How could I let you know
That theres no one else
That even holds a spark
Next to a bonfire