knowing that she'd let me burn was one thing.
feeling it was the other.
burning for them
only for them.
that's what it feels like to give yourself to them.
YOU ARE READING
Seraphic - poems
Poetrybeautiful words woken up to life, written down with my hands but by the voice of my mind.
burning
knowing that she'd let me burn was one thing.
feeling it was the other.
burning for them
only for them.
that's what it feels like to give yourself to them.
