fire and water

November 2, 2015

The ache I have for you starts in my finger tips,  

And it rattles my bones, 

I have made you my home.

Oh, what a move that was made that September night,

 I never would’ve guessed, 

That it could lead to this.

Maybe we’re the moon and the ocean, 

You ground me and influence all I do, 

Without you I’d be reckless.

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