Surrender to the heart
which yearns to be unapologetic.
Let thunder's brontide
awaken recklessness,
rumbles across a horizon,
rain dribbles down glass,
electric flickers stab the sky,
adust like whiskey straight.
Make it 100 proof
for all the times I let
this life tear me down.
Make it 100 proof
despite how he tried
to water me down.
I’ll surrender to every
wild instinct summoning storms,
every rush of rebellion,
every refusal to apologize
for who I am.
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