Warmth to the heart,
Touching the soul.
The smell of ash,
Like the days of old.
Waiting for a spark,
A love that will ignite.
Where I will feel alive,
To
the
c
o
r
e
.
With love,
As the fuel.
Let it be alive,
Like a fire
u n c o n t r o l l e d .
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Warmth to the heart,
Touching the soul.
The smell of ash,
Like the days of old.
Waiting for a spark,
A love that will ignite.
Where I will feel alive,
To
the
c
o
r
e
.
With love,
As the fuel.
Let it be alive,
Like a fire
u n c o n t r o l l e d .
When I first yearned for the love returned.
-Anne
