I put all our memories in a pile. Set it on fire. Debris flying away.
Just like when you touched me.
I was
Alive.
We were
Alive.
You're smile was like the sun
And it set me on
Fire.
You were a
Fire
In my veins.
Now you left
And I'm
Floating
Floating
Floating.
I am debris.
I am
Flying
Flying
Flying
Away.
And I'm gone.
YOU ARE READING
Aesthetic Writings
PoetryJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.
