you were golden
and filled with fire
exploding with life
you flickered and flared
in my washed out,
moonless night
i was silver and cold
and i found myself drawn
like a moth to a flame
and i thought i would burn.
but when our paths brushed
and i lingered too close
to the sun...
you were warm, you were warm
(and you would never hurt me)
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
you were golden
and filled with fire
exploding with life
you flickered and flared
in my washed out,
moonless night
i was silver and cold
and i found myself drawn
like a moth to a flame
and i thought i would burn.
but when our paths brushed
and i lingered too close
to the sun...
you were warm, you were warm
(and you would never hurt me)