Young love;
It's what burns between us
with the power of a thousand flames,
what consumes our mind
and our souls.
It's youthful, and so are we,
careless about what people might think,
what wrongs might happen,
and where we might end up
with such reckless loving.
Our hearts are young,
and so are the minds
that are devoid of the knowledge,
that what we have ignited
has consumed us enough
to burn us red.
Red;
the color of blood,
and yet the color of love.
It's full of power, full of passion.
And so is our loving.
Fearless as ever in each other's embrace,
we burn with the power and passion,
and together we face what we have ignited;
our fearless, destructive,
young love.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Young love;
It's what burns between us
with the power of a thousand flames,
what consumes our mind
and our souls.
It's youthful, and so are we,
careless about what people might think,
what wrongs might happen,
and where we might end up
with such reckless loving.
Our hearts are young,
and so are the minds
that are devoid of the knowledge,
that what we have ignited
has consumed us enough
to burn us red.
Red;
the color of blood,
and yet the color of love.
It's full of power, full of passion.
And so is our loving.
Fearless as ever in each other's embrace,
we burn with the power and passion,
and together we face what we have ignited;
our fearless, destructive,
young love.
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