Cytea

The fire beneath this ice. The red hidden by the blue. I see it, I know it's there. But there is no help for me. It's all a matter of time. I see the fire and I will get burned. I see the ice, I see it drip. I want the soothing of the ice, for as long as I can. It's all a matter of time. Is the soothing of the ice worth the burn from the fire? I don't know. I will never know. I'm a fool and an idiot. It's all a matter of time. Is there salvation for me? Will someone treat my burns, or will i have to lick my wounds, like an animal, alone in a cave? It's all a matter of time.

Your love is like an adrenaline rush The way you eye me Readying yourself for the chase. Every time we touch My heart jumps like it has been jolted With a defibrillator. My heart beats faster and faster With every playfight Every tickle Every kiss Every scratch and bite. Like a cat and Mouse You eye me like you're ready to pounce I playfully flee Hiding And waiting Til I finally hear you collapse on the couch Where I can finally spring My trap. In a final epic battle A storm of laughter fills the room Until one surrenders to the other The other becoming the victor Until the storm fades And we form a truce If only for The moment.