Let’s not be fizzles, but flames tonight.

Hold my hand.Look straight into my eyes-The two depths of swirling mess,The kind of adamant sadness,Which made my soul, into its nest. Cradle me with your arms, Like trees-Surrounded by bees-a-buzzing, The sound of you breathing, that would be.Keep me awake, will you?Fight the storms with me.Keep my fear away from sight,Hold me close, dear and tight.Cling to…