linibear
To be held,
To feel loved,
To be warm.
Oh how I desire
The flame I want to hold fears it'll be a forest fire.
How to reassure that there is no reason to fear,
I do not know but
For him I'd spend a day in the snow.
I dare not tell him so.
Instead I run on repeat,
trying to put on a loving show.
In hopes that one day the circles
will become a line for he to walk with me
On replay throughout time.
I love the way a light bulb looks. So sweet and soft. Sometimes a calming glow, others it's a harsh bright light. It can be broken, it can be fixed.Use it to make a dream. Use it to break one. Make it a symbol for love or hate. It's a light so simple, it can be anything.