Edge of Heaven and Hell

Burning hearts Brought forth from the blooms of spring It comes in no singular form Only under the indefinite term One comes to know it by February is when the plantling appears March is the season of new love Nay New hope Passion coursing through our venation Mutual equivalent exchange Nay The exchange of energy That only creates more energy To be bestowed upon us The moon rays shining down Upon your broad back Where wings are trying to be put forth On your path to greatness The path to eternal bliss Only on the bridge Almost there It’s been building up To triumph I’ve always been on the edge Living on the edge of heaven and hell But that’s the bridge of life The longass path on embarks to take There are times I fall But I choose to Fall And it’s so beautiful The thrilling rush The tantalizing view In this short little span of an era The inevitable end that flips the page To the new chapter Revealing my new transformation Under the silky pink ribbons Wrapped around my torso The moon knows I’m on the brink of greatness