The purpose of your glow can be the rope to your shadow.
Your flair from the pack will often land you on your back.
Your passion is a gift and one I admire.
Don’t let it consume you…that burn becomes fire.
Take the lid off the *** so the steam may go higher
before you boil a knot that can never transpire.
The air around, you are forever connected
from an endless bound to a sun that’s neglected.
The moment I saw, a reason detected.
I tried to ignore, then the season corrected.
The spf on your lips, may protect you from liars
but in your own eclipse, to the wind go the fires.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
The purpose of your glow can be the rope to your shadow.
Your flair from the pack will often land you on your back.
Your passion is a gift and one I admire.
Don’t let it consume you…that burn becomes fire.
Take the lid off the *** so the steam may go higher
before you boil a knot that can never transpire.
The air around, you are forever connected
from an endless bound to a sun that’s neglected.
The moment I saw, a reason detected.
I tried to ignore, then the season corrected.
The spf on your lips, may protect you from liars
but in your own eclipse, to the wind go the fires.
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