You turn my blood into flames,
like forest fires racing through my veins.
You create the beauty of natural disasters within my skin.
I just can't help but let you in.
But, I've learned that with the beauty comes the destruction.
My brain scrambles when I look into your eyes,
Your words flow like sand cascading through my hands.
Your words are not lies.
They cannot be lies.
These words must be the sweetest corruption I've ever tasted.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC