There's a fire where my heart used to be.
You kindle it with love.
It burns steady, as of now.
It's funny.
I used to be scared of the dark.
But now, when I sit out amongst the stars, I glow too.
All because of the fire you started.
I'm no longer afraid of the dark.
I embrace it now, and I'll always owe that to you.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoetryLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
