FightersI set the timer on my phone for thirty minutes the other night,Fighters by RebelsRiot
and fell asleep to our previous conversation's dim light.
You're the one that softens me,
turns scales into feathers, ones that won't ignite.
No one sees this side of me,
where I cannot stand, cannot take flight.
I've learned it's because of trust,
something that just feels right;
In your company, I feel safe -
if I'm broken, you'll stand for me, a dark knight.
And for someone whose every breath
is fueled by the urge to fight,
it can be a relief
to rest in your arms at night,
and know that nothing in the world
could take us both on at the same time.
I do believe in fate, destiny, and all the like,
and I think we can change it,
I dream we'll never die.
After it all, it'll be us, back to back, hand in hand,
underneath the night sky -
just you and me, you and I.
ConflictedMy hope was almost buried in snow,Conflicted by RebelsRiot
I'd spent every night with every star,
Talking to gods I didn't know.
I laid around and counted memories
Half the night I spent in sighs,
Half in dreams of star-crossed enemies.
As I lay now to unwind, I am in a different bind.
My heart's content, first time in years
It's bursting with joy of dried up tears
My mind is troubled, it's conflicted
My joy was endless, now not so much
Because I'm far too addicted,
And I love something death can touch.