I'm a moth to the flame
Seeking his buttery warmth
Melting honey eyes
Calloused finger tips
Hoping he wouldn't go
At a crossroads
Paths leading North
Mine going East
Glimpsing at an ice wisp
Fleeting yet bright
Then you disappear
And I'm left
In the freezing cold
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC
I'm a moth to the flame
Seeking his buttery warmth
Melting honey eyes
Calloused finger tips
Hoping he wouldn't go
At a crossroads
Paths leading North
Mine going East
Glimpsing at an ice wisp
Fleeting yet bright
Then you disappear
And I'm left
In the freezing cold
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