Rhymes & Reasons

Entry XIII:

08.10.20

Trickery it may seem,
but thy love is a flame.
Ill-fated it may appear,
but it's your heart
I'm after.
I'd get burnt
in the dire,
but I lived
through the scent of
your fire.
Hell, it could be,
but heaven it
was to me.
Self-love is a must,
but what I'd give
to make yours last.

—georginariver