Every part of me
burning and still, go figure,
I feel lucky.
Lost and scared, still
the only thing that makes sense:
fall deeper in love.
Light spills all over
the mountains—oh morning, please
kiss me like that.
February 3, 2012 by Rosemerry
Every part of me
burning and still, go figure,
I feel lucky.
Lost and scared, still
the only thing that makes sense:
fall deeper in love.
Light spills all over
the mountains—oh morning, please
kiss me like that.
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That third crazy one is a gem, so passionate as a response to the other two.
I can’t figure out how to get one of the “still” out of either of the first two, though it would be great to find a way to keep that flow of Still, (–ll), Spills.