Its not romance its magic.

In me
Dark clouds

About love

I had only lived
Half felt relationships
Until you came around

Are so kind

My fears

In a city that melts with the heat

Even when you are laced with doubts

I will always be
The sound
(Resonate with me. Let’s be our own crowd)

We burn in intervals
Your belly button smirks
I can’t stop dying
Every time I see you flying
With wings made of glass
Over a mountain pass

My passions create visions
Your visions create passions

From the stars.


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