In this life, feet catch fire
and
people burn

Remember your dream
when
it is your turn

You will see your ashes
but
you will manage to breathe

If
you sustain the flames
inside
your dreams

Your ashes will float
and
shimmer like gold

You will rise as a
Phoenix
with wings to behold

All of this feels strange and untrue,
but here I'm am in Chicago winters with you.
Where windows oversee the frozen lake
And snow glows on streets at daybreak,
As we sit in front of the fireplace,
blankets covering us as on your
arm I lay my face.

Posing naked in front of the mirror,
Practicing dance moves with you,
Watching movies lying on your back,
Eating new stuff that we never had.
While tracing back my happy days,
I'll write it down with glitter.

Is it strange or is it true that only when
Our present isn't gratifying
And the future isn't inspiring
That we recourse to our past.

The moon was abnormally large that night and
Seemingly keen to hear their heart to heart as
They sat together in what now is a forgotten bar.
His grey shirt stained with her red tears fated, He was going and she must love him from afar.