I used to think that love meant fire
that it was either passionate insanity
or it was nothing
Even after being maddeningly burned
Like antiseptic on a wound
if it hurt it must be working
But then I liked the careful way you liked me
I love the gentle way you love me
and I savor the steady way you steady me
And now I think the only fires in love
should be from our tangled, gentle heat
And the only passionate insanity
from the steady way we savor each other
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
I used to think that love meant fire
that it was either passionate insanity
or it was nothing
Even after being maddeningly burned
Like antiseptic on a wound
if it hurt it must be working
But then I liked the careful way you liked me
I love the gentle way you love me
and I savor the steady way you steady me
And now I think the only fires in love
should be from our tangled, gentle heat
And the only passionate insanity
from the steady way we savor each other
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