You were my everything,
My ray of sunlight
My beacon of hope
The light at the end of my tunnel
Little did I know,
That that sunlight burnt
That beacon blinded
And that light,
It was just fire
You hurt me
I thought you would make me better
I thought you would help
Fire was a symbol of passion
No,
Fire is a
symbol of hate and Destruction
I am the ashes
Left behind
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
You were my everything,
My ray of sunlight
My beacon of hope
The light at the end of my tunnel
Little did I know,
That that sunlight burnt
That beacon blinded
And that light,
It was just fire
You hurt me
I thought you would make me better
I thought you would help
Fire was a symbol of passion
No,
Fire is a
symbol of hate and Destruction
I am the ashes
Left behind
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