Serendipity.
Not to be confused
With Serenity.
Because I'm anything but serene
When I keep running into you.
Flustered
Panicked
Awkard as hell, sure.
Serene?
Not so much.

I have this strange idea
That we're like moths to flame.
Who's the moth
And who's the flame?
All I can say is that I thrive in night
And you always created your own light.

I'm afraid to touch you.
I'm afraid to burn.
But I'm smoldering inside
And it's starting to hurt.

My wings were careless.
I got too close.

Alight

Ablaze

It's alright

Your gaze

Will be the last thing I see.
That's good enough for me.