a flame tickles heats and lights a little fire is enough to scare the darkness away and keep warm too much fire get carried away sparks fly things burn the heat increases too much heat yet it seems pleasant for a while until it burns scolds and hurts until it burns out uses everything and turns into ashes a pile of black
enfold me in warmth wrap around me like the ozone layer covering the earth in cloud cover hold me tighter than a toddler grasping their mothers hand, as they cross a road love me more than two lovebirds nesting in spring
i'm proud of my scars wait, listen to me i'm not proud of the fact that i have them i'm proud of the fact that they used to be cuts and are now scars because they've healed
remembering something you learn an age ago do you just have to close your eyes and wait wait for your fingers to hit the right keys in perfect synchrony and let the music flow do you just wait and the chords animate is this how love works? the long forgotten keys are hidden in depths just waiting for you to close your eyes and let it fly