His kind of love was the kind that
Burned me
Nothing seemed to help
Until you
You were my breeze
You didn't take away my burns
I would need them
To show I was strong
To show I could make it
No, you didn't take away my burns
You cooled them
Your lovely breeze
Brought me relief
In the world full of pain
You gave me a hope
That perhaps not all love was fire
You let me have a time
If only for small moments
When my burns didn't hurt so much
If his love was the fire
Then yours is the breeze
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
