You were on fire
on fire
and I was weary
I didn't put you out
and eventually
I've let
you
burn
my
skin.
And now I can't rid
of your
smell
like sitting in
a bonfire
but this season
won't be like the last.
Not without your flame.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
You were on fire
on fire
and I was weary
I didn't put you out
and eventually
I've let
you
burn
my
skin.
And now I can't rid
of your
smell
like sitting in
a bonfire
but this season
won't be like the last.
Not without your flame.
