Every time your waist falls between my hands
I am left stumbling, tripping over cracks around my heart-
There is no permanency, stolen moments are hard
to keep inside, they suffocate around my mind
where you transform my nights alone,
and every time, you make it hard to move along
when slowly dragging these fragile wants
that sprout like weeds and burn like fire, every time.
“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
― C. JoyBell C.