There is that slow burn deep within
The heat that warps and so bends
The power that drives me mad
Upon which my love does hinge
I see you in my dreams
When I think it's not anything
Only to wake soaked in sweat
This is more than just a fling
I think about you through the day
This month of April , surely this May
I long to lay by your side
Kiss your lips and touch your face
Someday I will burn complete
From the ashes of your heat
I will rise and take your hand
And across this devide we will leap
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
There is that slow burn deep within
The heat that warps and so bends
The power that drives me mad
Upon which my love does hinge
I see you in my dreams
When I think it's not anything
Only to wake soaked in sweat
This is more than just a fling
I think about you through the day
This month of April , surely this May
I long to lay by your side
Kiss your lips and touch your face
Someday I will burn complete
From the ashes of your heat
I will rise and take your hand
And across this devide we will leap
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