He looked like heaven And smelled like spring turning into summer And maybe you left because you knew you didn't belong there Maybe you know your place in the realm of the dead, You certainly have the ambition to get there And it feels too much like home, so much so that You know that you could explore every corner of the universe with him And never find anywhere like here. Although the city keeps you up at night, The sound of people weeping and gnashing their teeth in the streets You throw yourself into the fire "Burn me!" You cry, and you are burned. "Cleanse me!" You wail, and you are made blind Because there is not way for you to unsee what you have seen, Except maybe forgetting what the world looks like Plunged into eternal darkness With only the scorching, dry heat of the flame The sound of pain outside your window And the ghost of the smell of spring turning into summer. Tell me that you detest the memory of his eyes, Tell me you do not cling to them like a lifeline. He is roses and quick fingers. He is bright eyes and a sharp smile. He is the scent of spring turning into summer He is heaven but this is home.
This makes no sense to anyone else sorry ALSO if u think this is abt u ur wrong