Drawing In The Sand

Drawing in the sand is my hand
Writing the words that you wrote
That day
When you saved me
From a death of stones
A death of flames.
Now I’m burning for you.

I'm addicted to words
I hear it over and over again.
You speak in my sleep
Like a song playing in my dreams.

Your hug is so warm and big
I love you all day.
My life is in your hands.
Your warm hands that's filled with love
And with my embrace.


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