If I could light the sky
In the darkest hours
only
To make you smile
I'd pluck a match and throw it high
Black consumed by orange for the world to see
No one else can divert my affection
I only see the flames dance across your deep ocean eyes
Love is too weak of a word to describe
The beauty of it all
Releases the ache in your soul
Equilibrium has been accomplished within the cleanse of our burnt existence
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
If I could light the sky
In the darkest hours
only
To make you smile
I'd pluck a match and throw it high
Black consumed by orange for the world to see
No one else can divert my affection
I only see the flames dance across your deep ocean eyes
Love is too weak of a word to describe
The beauty of it all
Releases the ache in your soul
Equilibrium has been accomplished within the cleanse of our burnt existence
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