YOU ARE READING burning. Poetry i burn under the moon. burning. 3K 147 1 by thronos by thronos Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story “you still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. you are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. i think pearls melted over your bones.” ― francesca lia block, wasteland