Like many a thing I’ve come to learn, Being in love can often burn.
Burn with passion and desire, Fingers dance on skin like fire. Burn and spit in furious licks, at the thought of you on another’s lips. Burn to keep lone nights away, Until we wake to better days. Burn away the bridges made, Trust and love the price I paid.
Like many a thing I’ve come to learn, Being in love is something earned.
You can keep my heart even if I don’t have yours, Because no one knows what Tomorrow holds for sure.
Like smouldering heat My breath you’d ******, When you were my petite ~