smoke reaching towards the sky
i can only feel your hand intwinded with mine.
points of danger is when im loved
only when the chances of me with you are taken away
i have never wanted to stray,
not even when i thought you weren't mine.
my love for you is unbearable,
for,and i promise this, you are my "singer".
the way your scent travels,
sings to my heart,
the way that you look at me
sings to my soul,
the way your lips feel
sings to my mouth.
your actions are my heroine
always getting me higher the more you do them.
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