Sketch # 8 – Being your’s


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

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