Thin Line

In the high of the highest

I want every part of you

The sweetness, I can’t describe

Every curve, the smallest details

the appendix relocation, no pain

Moments I hold

Yet the trigger goes off

One day, the return

History revives

The hurt, blemishes

Now revealed

By spots once hidden

Knowing it was coming

A hurricane sweeping through

Now the eyes clears

Water washing the delirium

I guess, I deserved the madness

Sweet and dangerous,

a wounded love can be

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