The paper remains still, but the words fly away,
nothing stays the same, today replaces yesterday
but not the way I felt right there, each moment I’m aware
of what exists between the dark and fair,
barely there, or still breathing,
in-between, asleep or dreaming,
ghosts of memories travel through me,
rather forget, but the thoughts outdo me,
Love is the car, passion the fuel,
trust above all, the golden rule,
playing it cool, ant so cool anymore,
it hurts for what its worth,
but all is fair in love and war,
Though, I explore other options,
more peaceful tactics,
try to break my bad habits,
bend the boundaries, rubber band,
snap like a shooting star in the palm of hand,
I dont understand,
its above my awareness,
half strong, half weak, in all fairness
you make me complete.
So how do I compete with that,
as it happens, equal parts
the remainder is the fraction,
I’m in love with your reaction,
You make me hear what I needed,
over what I wanted, like I said, completed.
and yet again, fire flowers…. the moment gets heated.