"Kiss me" you whispered to me in the dark. "Forget about what was babe, forget the storm that's brewing "
"I can't and you know that. What's the point of sampling a piece of heaven just to be sent back to hell with you forever out of my reach once again. I won't do that you, I won't do that to myself"
YOU ARE READING
Bonfires
Poetry"Why do your eyes chill me to the bone , but your mouth spits bullets encraved with steel and the power of four moons"
