The fire you ignite in my soul is like no other
I would say that I saw this coming but I was blinded,
blinded by my insecurities,
blinded by the slim chance that someone like you
would see who I am.
That someone like you,
could see my mind so clear.
The current is not strong when you are around,
it moves peacefully
like how you move my soul.
Amazement.
You amaze me.
You continue to amaze me.
Your body is the most beautiful opus in my ears.
Every time you play a note,
that fire is reignited.
But the flames are calm,
peaceful.
Just like the current.
You create balance.
You create security.
Little do you know,
I am scared.
Scared that the flames will rise,
and so will the current.
Keep me calm.
About the Creator
Amber Lawler
c'est la vie
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