I am the sun
You are the moon
My fire would never die
Burning keeps me alive
You ask me to love you
To burn with you
Heat spiralling around us
But its dangerous to play with fire
Darling, youll turn to ash
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
