Sketch # 8 – Being your’s

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Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

My heart sings a song, incomplete

Incomplete in many ways

Waiting for your heart to whisper back

Whisper those words I want to hear, it says

It burns in fire until it soaks in your love

It clouds my mind, it tricks my brains
I am falling, I am melting, I am drowning

You don’t even know I am bursting into flames