The Truth of You
The warmth on my skin,
Is a pleasurable burn.
Wherever you may have been,
This feeling you couldn't learn.
To ignorant to care,
You lived your life.
Without even an angry flare,
You stayed among the strife.
I kept my distance,
But didn't stray too far.
Holding up a wall of resistance,
Against your luring roar.
I couldn't convince you,
To leave that place.
And still no matter who,
It is you I will always chase.
