The fire grows bigger and bigger,

The waves grow higher and higher,

The rocks continue to fall,

The air is crisp and it burns,

But something inside still yearns,

I’m afraid of what you do to me,

I want to touch you so much,

Yet your skin is like poison to the touch,

I want your love,

i want you to hold me,

You always make me feel so free,

the air, the waves, the fire, the earth,

the air for how you let my fly,

the fire for how you burn me dry, the water for how your loves so harsh,

the earth for tender love in part,

help please for i cannot quite you,

instead i feel the need to submit to…

your burning love but i know i can’t so instead i’ll sit here, and write this rant.