Oct 8
The moon caught fire,
the warmth slowly seeping
deep into my awry, hollow veins.
But the only thing that could quench
it's ember-lit flames,
was my lovesick yearning
for you.
the warmth slowly seeping
deep into my awry, hollow veins.
But the only thing that could quench
it's ember-lit flames,
was my lovesick yearning
for you.
Yet, it continued to burn until there was nothing left but an empty concept of who I was before.
