Striking Matches
The one who's forbidden,
The apple unbitten.
You fight with temptation
For a love unallowed.
I promise to let you
Do things how you need to,
For love isn't hurried,
Self-indulgent or proud.
Though constricted by chains
They will rust in the rain,
Because time is a healer
And our wounds won't last.
I promise to love you.
I will be the one who
Will hold your hand as we
Set fire to the past.
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