Anymore

Meeting you
Does not drag me throught a field of thorns
Anymore

Your eyes
Do not freeze me to the spot
Anymore

You are not the air in my lungs
Anymore

You are just a fading memory.

For now I have someone real,
Someone I can touch,
Someone who can love me,
Someone to make me belong

I have someone to lift me through the sharp thorns.

I have someone to warm me when I freeze.

I have fresh air in my lungs.

I belong.

Forever a flame will burn,
For you,
But it is becoming dim,
For a new light is warming my heart!