𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲

She saw me

And thought

I was living fire.

I flickered

With the same sparks of orange and red that she did.

"We're too similar. . ," she thought

"If only," she told herself.

She was mistaken, she truly was

Because when she took a step closer

She smiled to herself

Because I wasn't just

A flickering spark

I wasn't even a raging forest fire

I had "the sun for a soul".

And when you're the sun

You have no choice but to burn brighter

If only to catch her attention.

Burning,
Margo