We are the elements,
She is fire,
And I am air,
She needs me to survive,
When I leave, I take a vital source of energy,
I steal the light from her eyes and she suffocates,
When she leaves, I am cold and invisible,
I am no longer heated by her flames or colored by ashes,
But were flawed, like every other thing in this universe,
I can't protect her from the beading water drops of thunderous rain storms,
And she can't stop the mountains and nature from stopping my path of breath,
And I can't hold her without her becoming out of control and overwhelmed,
And she can't hold me without eating me alive as fuel for her fire.
But we fight for a way,
I whisper her sweet nothings that travel with the wind,
She tells stories with a roar of an open flame,
She'll continue to bring the passion of rebirth and life,
And I'll continue to calm the chaos and keep the balance.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
