“Why would I
Even like her?”
You asked
Your voice ringing in my ears
Though your words were no more
Than letters on a screen.
******
In case you’re wondering
Your question is still floating
Aimlessly around my mind.
But I owe you
No apology
For being.
Unconventional,
Different,
Fire.
I owe you
No warmth,
Burn.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
“Why would I
Even like her?”
You asked
Your voice ringing in my ears
Though your words were no more
Than letters on a screen.
******
In case you’re wondering
Your question is still floating
Aimlessly around my mind.
But I owe you
No apology
For being.
Unconventional,
Different,
Fire.
I owe you
No warmth,
Burn.
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