I’d rather keep my anger,
Let it burn and twist within,
Than surrender it too early,
And let the silence win.
For in the heat, I find your face,
A love that could ignite,
Each spark a memory of us,
Each flame a stolen night.
You turned my rage to poetry,
A bitter kind of bliss,
Where every shout and trembling breath
Was built upon your kiss.
I love you in my fury,
As much as in my grace,
For in...