A few sparks but never a flame.
Right now I love it.. and I hope she feels the same.
I don't mind the lack of fire.. But I really hope that she doesn't tire.
I grow colder every day, though I don't mind it.
When the fire comes, I promise I won't fight it.
When she decides to spread her spark
I'll be there to feel the flame that killed the dark.
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Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors
PuisiPretty writings! Mostly poetry about being in love (but theres other stuff too ^_^) Hope you like!! (2015)
