Nothing But This

I am not pure bliss

My calm often comes with the storm

I am like the sun and the ocean’s abyss

My own temperature – too cold too warm

And I’m not so sweet

I’m spicy — with a boom

Embrace me as the beauty and beast

Wherever I’m planted I fully bloom

And when I dance

I swing, pump, and roll — I’m free

I run, walk, and prance

My rhythm is like the waves of the sea

I fizzle when I’m wowed with romance

I often fall helplessly to fairytales

Every time I crumble like an avalanche

Cause I live to set my heart assail

I am not pure bliss

You can’t tame or water me down

I can’t be understood like anything around

I can be nothing else but this

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