The Reckoning Beneath

So now I'm struck by your saz; enough! Reckoning
great mass of love, fast; my glance ain’t enough to blow dance; your way, we play higher stance, and a; real sparks they plague these hearts. and if you wanna see marks don’t play me, right. Just entertain these thoughts in your brain: the same game is fought by all. Besides your certified stare, I can smell your flame in the air.
Because I'm true blue, these true colors see too few real true lovers. Stare right here I hear these covers screaming over the nova and over the others; feeling over the seen, and besides all the noise I hear the words in between voiced. Tonight, there's one space, one place in time, two people split one frame of mind though. Besides your certified stare, I can smell your flame in the air.
We not tired no. Built our own room, where we stare at us, and no one soul but us can come and know within. It's our only sin; it's our only dream: leave us to our seam.
Sweat drops on the table amidst one million words that bounce off the walls unable to be heard. In my forehead, over and between the eyes the warmth begins to rise:
chuckling you gave away, running words they made their way, before they went astray. Beneath all the words the unsaid is said worlds, two times hurled lips to stead dripping. I'm not tripping ‘cause I know that you're flipping, Desire running higher than your reasonable thinking; so don't fight it don't sway, I don't mind it if you stay my way. Besides your certified stare I can smell your flame in the air.
Why do we grow when we see