Its time to leave your sword in it’s sheath and walk to the battlefield to make peace, because this war you are raging against isn’t hurting them half as much as it’s hurting you

I was holding on his rough hand
as if I'm reading the map of his journey
I was looking inside his eyes
that vividly lead me to the world unknown

I was quietly asking for his warmth
and he was gently granting my wish
whilst covering me like blanket
his perfume lingers until I fell asleep

he told me my hair smelt like campfire
only so he could burn me to the ground