Glitch.

Something about the past that doesn't feel so real,
Something about that trance that gives the memory an appeal,
Remember your thoughts at the top of that Ferris wheel?
the magic, the rush, the secrets..lips sealed.

That smile that never had to hide a struggle is now finding it hard to go out and mingle.
The need not to hide a burning heart behind a warm embrace, the strength mustered to walk straight when falling seemed necessary in a messy blind race.
When did the roaring heart adopt a frail smile on her face? When did they pull your dreams down from out of space? There's a drought now inside where it used to rain, the monsoon is here yet the fire isn't tamed. Its not the kind of heat that leaves you dry completely, instead it's kind of hot, damp and downright uneasy.

Dear love, you're a hurricane. You're a force to be reckoned with my darling. Twirling about and standing so tall, the world is watching in a daze young love. You're a whirling mess yet you're put together. Not falling apart, but you're causing a disaster. Calm down mother nature, breathe in love and let out laughter. You're hurt and revenge is what you've hungered. But breathe dear daughter, your love calms rough waters. Go ahead, cause a tragedy and rise as a prodigy. You were made to endure the suns fire and the seas depth, so lose yourself. Make a mess and come back stronger. Come back and rule my love, don't lose your roaring fire. 

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