“You're playing with
fire.” They always say.
But here in your warmth
I want to stay.
I stare into the flames as
they spread themselves
around us. It's you that I'll
always trust.
The spark is my drug and
the flames are my weakness.
I just want to be with you,
through health and sickness.
You held my hand tighter as
we walk into the unknown.
Our past and future we wish
we could've sewn.
The fire dance upon my
finger tips, fire that signifies
pain, hurt and so much love.
This is where I want to be,
with you as they try to douse
our flames from above.
I love it, I love you, I love the
pain. We slowly went from a
spark to a flame.
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Sooo.
Just found out my best friend is bi and didn't tell me cause she was afraid of my opinion. Not quite sure how I feel about it. I mean I'm not for or against that stuff... Everyone is born the way they are and they shouldn't change themselves.
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