They say that in beginning there was light. But if you ask me I'll say that it was fire. How can something so pure exist in the world without corruption. How can someone so lovely like I flower exist without any thorns? How can you love me without any hesitations? In the beginning of us there was a spark. You trailed kisses along my skin that burned. You lit me on fire and now I burn. You lit me on fire and you were my carbon, without you I ceased to exist. I've always thought that fire was destruction. That you made me into a destructive person, that without you I had no use. But I was wrong. Fire can burn, but it can also give light. Nothing is pure but I am not nothing. I write my own destiny in Fire, I blaze it so you have the constant reminder that I know what I am now. You left me to burn but I chose to fight back. Now you can see what i'be become and let it haunt you.
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Paper Birds Can't Fly
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poems and little things that I write. No it's not an actual "story". Just read it and you'll understand that you're not alone.
