when you look at me my lungs fill up with flames that burn with sorrow and desire
for if I was the salt that tainted the ocean you were the bittersweet dagger that tainted my heart
And I know it was my fault for hoping you'd changed
For hoping the flames of your heart would burn at the same intensity as mine when I hear your name
But no matter how much you wish for a rose to be a daisy it will always be a rose
And a rose you were , your beauty so harsh and punishing
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
