Perfectly different

Perfectly different

and in the sparks of a flaming fluid

I’d see myself

just as a kilned pot

but with cracks for perfection

Different.

Flawed. Perfect.

BENIGN

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I don’t walk alone

I don’t usually walk alone

But I know the beauty of solitary saunters

And I know how sweet it is to hum tunes my brain credits itself for

so I walk with my music

and my problems too

Chanting them as if to entertain the whizzing winds

Singing them as if the melodies would shoo them away,

With the incessant brrrr!s they leave on my ears

Chorusing them to the birds

Just as if their responses are solutions

Chirp! Chirp! they quip, and I sing along

There’s a solution to my troubles,

The winds and birds know,

I don’t walk alone.

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I don’t walk alone.

Fire and ice

When it’s a wildfire in your head
And when the fires scald your thoughts
When the pain roasts your insides
My kisses are just the right amount of cool
And my lips the snow showers that’re the flames’ remedy
When it a breezy gale in my head
When my thoughts are blown cold to the bone
And when my insides are iced stiff
Your kisses are the right amount of warm
And your lips the fiery fountains that’re the chills’ antidote
You’re my glow and I’m the frost you own
We’re fire and ice baby
And our kisses; Apricot sunrises and Crimson sunsets.