Loves reigns pull tightly on the collar of my affection
As if my choice of movement is stillness that leads with no direction
Mountains set a forth in the honor of my aggression
I wanted to invite her soul
But didn't think I could re-earn her presence
I traveled through our valley of highs
While my heart burned with flames and her scent delivered from the smoke
Toxic inhalation
but a heavenly sensation
That provoked memories where my choices had never been mistaken
I wasn't born in perfection
But rather a prideful haven
So my ego interferes
When I know I should be saving
Us, or her.. well really me.
I can't have love in my life unless she meets me at the mountain's peak.
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