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The air smells of fire when you're with me.
A reminder of all the time we lost.
A reminder of the ashes, the flames, the funeral pyre that became the symbol of my generation.
The air shimmers with smoke, with heat. The heat betwixt us only intensifies.
Never meant to be,
never meant to survive.
Now we've come too far, lost too much.
You and I have burned our bridges, left those
anchoring connections in the dust, in the ashes.
One night becomes two,
two becomes three
and three becomes
a lifetime of stares,
thoughts and
demands. They'll warp it.
See it only through their
smoke-filled eyes.
With you
the air is fire,
warmth, a spark of
madness in this
overwhelming chaos
as our lives constantly are constantly
judged by their prejustices, because
once upon a time, blood mattered.
Once upon a time has come
back around as the population crawls
dwindling to nothing.
Brothers, sons, fathers, sisters, daughters, mothers gone.
Who will bring a new utopia now that the
latest threat has been destroyed by the children?
Once innocent with nothing more than hopes and dreams
now, war torn, the slightest sounds send me
running to your arms.
I shouldn't belong there,
belong to you.
Our love is wrong
our love is strong
I know they want to keep us apart,
want to tear my beating heart from my chest
and cage it,
warp it intentionally into
something they deem proper.
They refuse to accept I'll never be part of
their little flock.
Death would be better than being who
they think I should be.
You, you are danger, fire, flame, and like
a moth I am drawn to your flickering light.
Let me burn, let me shine
my brilliance finally
rewarded with your tender loving hands.
Let us burn like a pair of phoenixes
only to rise stronger
from the ashes of our war torn
world.