we were not fire and ash,
passion so raw we swallowed
the sun.
we were not ruin and madness,
tear stained faces twisted
into angry masks.
we were like summer rain -
peaceful and calm;
long days staying in bed
just to trace constellations in your eyes
and I may not have watched the world burn to have you,
but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
we were not fire and ash,
passion so raw we swallowed
the sun.
we were not ruin and madness,
tear stained faces twisted
into angry masks.
we were like summer rain -
peaceful and calm;
long days staying in bed
just to trace constellations in your eyes
and I may not have watched the world burn to have you,
but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.
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