It was a fire.
A fire that could only burn my body. It danced freely around everyone,yet it burnt me to ash in a rage.
Humanity's manifestation of passion. Vibrant and booming in my ears.
I hated the burns,but I loved the colors and warmth. It all made sense within the flames.
It wasn't a 'lover' or even a 'partner'.
It was a name.
Her name
That name that could just make my blood boil with passion. Every single color within her just sent my heart into the universe;floating amongst the stars.
I wanted to hold the flames.
Touch the very skin of it.
But did I even matter?
Did she even know I was trapped inside the flames?
The tears I shed,thinking she never would know...
That the flames were her
BEAUTIFUL
