wild beautiful thing
hoarded away from day
its true your heart was bleak
you're colors dim not getting what they seek
at the turn of day you slipped away
dreaming, you dare not speak
with those ember eyes
those nights of fire
that burned so brightly with desire
till the morning sun, it lit you through
you walked on, fearce and true
you banished the past that had haunted you
now I've known love, but not like yours
and though as you'll come to know
some say love is a burning thing
a wild beautiful thing
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 9:56 PM UTC
wild beautiful thing
hoarded away from day
its true your heart was bleak
you're colors dim not getting what they seek
at the turn of day you slipped away
dreaming, you dare not speak
with those ember eyes
those nights of fire
that burned so brightly with desire
till the morning sun, it lit you through
you walked on, fearce and true
you banished the past that had haunted you
now I've known love, but not like yours
and though as you'll come to know
some say love is a burning thing
a wild beautiful thing
This feeling I've never felt like this before but tired to put to words.
