The darkness settled and we called it a night
The burning sun rose and you said 'I don't want to say goodbye'
So we drew the curtains and went back to bed
But the shame was itching under my skin and weighing down my every breath
I knew I wouldn't be able to look at the sun the same ever again
YOU ARE READING
incandescent
PoetryBecause our love was like a fire: sometimes we let it consume us, and others we made it shine. A collection of poems.
