Passion
/Passion
How is this possible
To be so close to do this
This fire
This fusion
What are you to me now
So fast so fierce
Like words failing in a falling fury
Love isn't a poet’s fancy
Not like they say in storybooks
It's a messy fluxing flexing mess
A travesty of order
So wild and free
So close and binding
And here we are
A mystery even unto us
But so perfect
So right
Like a song no one would ever think to sing
But us
And in the end, we are the winners in this deal
Right
Can you still hear me?
