When we love, it's fire.
It's unstoppable.
It's breathtaking.
It's an electric current running down my spine.
When we fight, it's rain.
It's life stopping.
It's heart breaking.
It's a cloud on my heart that rips open every scar.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
When we love, it's fire.
It's unstoppable.
It's breathtaking.
It's an electric current running down my spine.
When we fight, it's rain.
It's life stopping.
It's heart breaking.
It's a cloud on my heart that rips open every scar.
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