Is this what love is?
I craved, almost needed, practically cried for warmth - my days were so cold
I finally found myself a fire place, it feels like home, it hugs me with its flames
But it begins to burn
Burns my walls
My soul
My sanity
And even my humanity
Masochistic to this flame, I do not move
I wish to when It's burning, but when It's warming it feels so good ...
It makes the burning tolerable
Is this what love is?
Accepting that flames, although warming,can sometimes burn?
- F.V.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Is this what love is?
I craved, almost needed, practically cried for warmth - my days were so cold
I finally found myself a fire place, it feels like home, it hugs me with its flames
But it begins to burn
Burns my walls
My soul
My sanity
And even my humanity
Masochistic to this flame, I do not move
I wish to when It's burning, but when It's warming it feels so good ...
It makes the burning tolerable
Is this what love is?
Accepting that flames, although warming,can sometimes burn?
- F.V.
