Sometimes, I am fuming in passion. I profess my love as if I am lighting up a candle in the midst of strong wind and heavy rain. I touch like fire on stone and I look through your eyes like I know when good things are about to begin or end. I love you like I can burn under the sun and be with you all the way to hell. Sometimes, I mean it.
Sometimes, I find myself resting on thin ice, breathing heavily, the fog touching my eyes. I see clearly. I think wisely. And all of a sudden, I feel like I can do it. I can let go and start over. I just hope nobody breaks my ice. And yes, I mean it.
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