The Relic
In the deep dark is where we find ourselves, love. If you're to scared to jump with me, I'll hold your hand all the way. You say we can't get deep because you know we'd tear the whole city up. You make me catch my breath with your charming words and soft emotions. The fire that was once put out is slowly being re-lit, the relic of my former self fading into bittersweet memories. The story continues just as it always will. No longer passers-by, we've started a dance that will always skirt the edges. Flickering and sparking passion where it shouldn't be.
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