Friday, February 26, 2016

Itch

You say you want a love that's real
But you don't
You want a love that's easy
That treads lightly

Greets you warmly

Then fades quietly

You want a love that's quick to please
Then becomes a soft memory
A comforting, cooling sunset over a distant hill

Nothing complicated
Or messy, for you
Nothing raging and pure

But me?
I'll take the fiery rain
I'll take the searing sun

The scorching droplets on glistening skin

I'll take the memory that burns me
Cuts me deep
That crawls inside and challenges my soul

For its the only love I know

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