He said I was all fire and no light.
all fire and no light

I have a strong mouth with no bite.

A fitting passion but won’t fight.

I’m all shell. Empty inside.

I’m everything that won’t combine.

A cup of french vanilla with no chai.

I’m incomplete with no wonder why...

He went on calling me an archer with no aim.

Still a fire but no flame.
A soul gone unclaimed.

My celestial being has been chained.
This man said this without ever knowing my name.

*© 2014 Rhea Nadia