Re-born

Butterflies fly;
You drop,
The club melts,
Too hot.

Burning desire…
Desire of sin
Confidence swelling
Bubbling within

We meet in the middle
Chance tellling us why
Immediately holding close
Memorized by your eyes

Not knowing you
Doesn’t really matter
A fresh start
Recovering
A soul shatters

To be reborn again
Lips give life
Holding hope
Clinging to the sight

Blood rush
My chest swells;
Lover’s hearts
Lover’s tales.