will drive you mad
if only we hadn't forgot how to fly
instead we turned in our wings for lungs
resistant enough to lie
to hold back all the rust
to have skin that will one day turn to dust
you traded in your love at the door
for a box full of lust
it won't last as long but
the joke's on you
i have been hiding it in my stomach cellar
one day i'll return it in full
just in time to watch the world burn
this love is like a wildfire
not so much intense as it distant
stretched across continents and cultures
6 hours ahead of me, you think you'd know it all by now
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