"the Atmosphere Of it All"
by Arcassin Burnham
Good intent,Flowers growing from the ground when you lift a finger,
Are you magic or just heaven sent,
with a sick twist in the back of your mind is redder than hell's grip,
Your love is not be paid for,
No open wounds or burdens,
but you'll be the only I'd die for,
If you're angry enough to knock down those endings,
but the moon is full,
and my hands are covering faces,
shadows collide with affection with a drizzle of lips,
the atmosphere,
is nice out here,
When I'm kissing you,
Need to shed your tears,
I'm here.
Are you magic or just heaven sent,
with a sick twist in the back of your mind is redder than hell's grip,
Your love is not be paid for,
No open wounds or burdens,
but you'll be the only I'd die for,
If you're angry enough to knock down those endings,
but the moon is full,
and my hands are covering faces,
shadows collide with affection with a drizzle of lips,
the atmosphere,
is nice out here,
When I'm kissing you,
Need to shed your tears,
I'm here.
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