spacious lives and breakfast drives

Its funny how, that sometimes now

my logic starts to fade.

feelings boil; inner turmoil,

of this pact in which we made.

A deal sweet, for fiery heat;

an outlet to let loose.

It's just a dance, there's not a chance,

no explanation or excuse.

But as of late, it feels great,

those moments of You and I.

A dance that was for 'just because',

and now I wonder why.
 

In the dark, this tiny spark,

a light to which we were blind.

A flame would grow, and perhaps will show

some stars that have aligned.

And though we fit, we still sit,

aware it's not agreed.

Spacious lives and breakfast drives,

but maybe there's a need? 

For all we know, it will soon show.

we've planted this growing seed.