always seems to start too fast
your unsure smile, an awkward glance
two hearts aligned move closer yet
like small bright white night stars connect
trace the sky with fingertips
without these things we can’t exist
release the stores of still desire
we set the whole damn world on fire
shortened breaths through smoky haze
on tiptoes to avoid the blaze
the treetops burn, and torch the sky
tell the angels not to cry
i search my mind, for days when my
deepest fears were realized
nights where we would start to see
everything we’d die to be
i think i’m finally free
you’re here with me…

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