OUR LOVE WAS LIKE SCATTERED SPARKS
THAT LIT UP LIKE LAVA LIGHT
BUT EVEN VOLCANOES OF PASSION DIE
AND I'M LEFT WITH STARLESS ASHES
THAT REMIND ME OF A LAVA LOVE
THAT ONCE ENGULFED THE NIGHT IN FLAMES

Please keep in mind
that you don't have
to be in love
to believe in all the magics
your universe could give.

Sparks ain't coming from
those slow motion scene
you've watched from your
all-time fave movies.

Sparks come from
moments brought by
a fast travel of hope
creating lights.

And as it has
to come...

it also has
to go.

the first time
our lips met
didn't feel foreign,
it was as if
you were my home
country
and I had only just
entered your land,
then took a taste of the berry tree
which my greatest grandma had grew,
in either ways;
she would be
******.

From sparks
to flames
and flares
Then to a blazing fire
That's how dreams are
You tame it
lest it becomes an inferno
and consumes everything