The closure
I think comes to you in a million ways,
Sometimes in ways of the world falling apart
And sometimes with a chance to put it all back together,
There will be baggage, of-course,
But then you’ve aced the art of solo travel darling,
Remind yourself of all the fiercer bulls you have leashed
& shoo this little pup away,
Remember,
You’re not the La La Land,
You’re the Oscar for it!
The whole idea of letting your fire go,
For someone who only breathes fire,
Is so dangerous,
In a moment of realization,
When your heart gets heavy,
And it feels like your head may blast,
If you didn’t let all that love out,
Like you actually, literally have reached
A point where you feel,
“You’re above my fire,
That’s it, I’ll gulp down my own fire for you”,
That kind of love is dangerous,
And that’s the kind of love
We need!
Be A Paradox 