I've always put my lovers
into a pen
Fuel for fire
Ink for words.
But no,
Those were not love
Not like this
For this is love:
the fire itself
and it has burned away all my pages;
previous chapters, titles and cover
Stripped bare
As it should
So here I stand in this raw rarity,
Speechless
While it burns and
burns and
burns
And I have never been happier
To watch flames
grow higher.
I have never been happier
To feel your warmth.
© A. Leigh
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
I've always put my lovers
into a pen
Fuel for fire
Ink for words.
But no,
Those were not love
Not like this
For this is love:
the fire itself
and it has burned away all my pages;
previous chapters, titles and cover
Stripped bare
As it should
So here I stand in this raw rarity,
Speechless
While it burns and
burns and
burns
And I have never been happier
To watch flames
grow higher.
I have never been happier
To feel your warmth.
© A. Leigh
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