𝑨𝒏 𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

He wants me, he wants me not.

He looks at me with desire in his eyes but his hands are hesitant.
His heartbeat dances in sync with mine, but his mind is traveling afar.
Like a magnet he pulls me in his arms, yet too coward to make an advance.
His lips are warm but his heart is gelid.
An endless inner war.

Your heart is indecipherable, and your mind unclear.

Why does he torture me like this..?

Poor boy,
He doesn't know that the girl that broke his heart has turned him into her forever prisoner,
A reminder for the next girl that will cross his path.

Baby,
you say I am fire and
You are scared of the ardent flames
'cause you're an ocean,
drowning in yourself.

That's how I know that,
All we will ever be is embers.