you were a flame
set my heart on fire
and burned it up
so when you left
and the heat extinguished
i became cold
as the ashes of my broken heart
flew away
leaving me very much less than whole
YOU ARE READING
nights are cold without you
Poetrya sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)
