FLAMES
you loved the idea of me
i loved you for you
you loved the attention i gave you
because i love you
i believed you actually loved me
we burned bright and we burned fast
my love for you didn't burn
but we went up in flames
YOU ARE READING
Dear World
PoetryThis is just a collection of random poems that came to mind. The title is kinda weird. I didn't know what to call the story so I came up with something random. "Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful." -Rita Dove
