We need to take control of the moment we strike the matches
Control the fire, burning red
Leading forward holding pieces of tonight,
Swimming pale
We are drowning in these wine glasses, white and blurry
Transparent souls.
Stay until tomorrow, stay until the fire grows in flames
Stay attached, stay, lock the place.
Don’t you worry about the ashes, baby, at all
We’ll let them conquer the wind, meet the world
Let us be them, let us lose control.
ANDRE 
Intense! I felt like you were writing from a raw place if that makes sense. I really enjoyed your poem 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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Yes you are right, but that place is quite unknown as well. Writing about falling deeply in and then out of love or just handeling the feelings from the edge helps me understand better the whole of it. Thank you so much for taking the time of reading it and thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it! 🙂
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You’re most welcome! 🙂 Writing is a wonderful thing 🙂
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Indeed it is 🙂
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