Writing

Degrees

Trading devotions for desires is your craft
I’d paint you with wings and a halo
I’d paint you with horns and a torch
You run to the right while I run to the left
Dancing, we stopped dancing
Laughing, we stopped laughing
Wanting, we stopped wanting
Trying, we stopped trying
Searching, I stopped searching

It was mindless of me to adjust myself to your degrees only to find I’m the one who is burning brighter, uncontainable and nowhere near your acres.

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