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I should be the echo beneath your skin
A quiet rhythm where love begins.
Wound me if you must, let the thunder stay
But don’t be the storm that runs away.
I’ll carry the flame of your whispered fire
The kiss that lit my soul’s desire.
And your eyes , twin stars that once found me
Now haunt the night where I used to be.
A quiet rhythm where love begins.
Wound me if you must, let the thunder stay
But don’t be the storm that runs away.
I’ll carry the flame of your whispered fire
The kiss that lit my soul’s desire.
And your eyes , twin stars that once found me
Now haunt the night where I used to be.
A poem sings of feeling's of intensity, sanity and the sorrow of fading closeness. Imaginary of heartbeat echoes, whispered fire, and star-lit eyes, it aims to remember the bittersweet melody of holding on to what once felt before.
