Warm was how we met
Luke feelings sit, can they boil?
Mellow fields, we sway in the wind
Then a burst of fire burns my soul
Too much, it must cool, but how cool?
For a snails second I enjoy
A low simmer
Suddenly it settles, freezes, icy
How low is too low?
Why the circus, backward flips and all
I didn't feel it take me over like once before
I cooled it, you froze it
Should I feel bruised?
The answer is unlikely
Are you mirrored?
No, your mixed, no stance on solid feet
No head on steady shoulders
I don't play with mixers
I'm me, in and out
You don't give your body the chance to feel
Feel the real, chill, lax me
Doubt it and you will lose it
I will keep it, you cant have it
Mine forever, never gone
See it embraced, understood
Wait too long and it will be theirs
Jump too fast and it will scare
Be who you are, don't hide, don't fake
Realness is what I crave
Do you have it? i
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