all my puny sorrows…

all my puny sorrows 1

I’ve trusted the wrong people, men I thought were good.
I’ve given more than was wise.

So, when your kisses spread like wildfire through me,
When your touch ignites even the calmest of storms,
Everything finally makes sense.

All things sing:
that was but a wannabe kind of joy but this, this…
I am finally free.

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