Thursday, August 25, 2011

Flying rose petals.

It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

My dear, we're, slow dancing in a burning room.

Wouldn't mind slow dancing now.
Even if I don't know how to slow dance and I've been dancing solo all my life.
Even if the room's on fire.
I just need to take a breath.
A deep breath.

And I'll close my eyes, and know that You're my breath of fresh air.

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