Like a dandelion in the wind, here I'll send you some love.
In the etchings of my knife, breaking through the bark of the tree, there is my love.
Your fury was massive in its existance, its' fire engulfing me and burned me, so wildly, so brightly.
In it's wake, my love does not compare.
I took the pain, and the hurt you send, because in it's aftermath, I know you'll understand.
I reigned in mine, my blazing fire, to make sure only one of us are going to be left scathed.
To dearest you, goodnight, goodnight.
I hope you'll forgive me in the morning light.

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