Swirling and glowing, catching and melting,
Your are like the lava
Beautiful and bright, warm at first sight,
But don't get too close, it shall burn you the most
It lures you in with it's familiar light, but a closer look will had made you wish you too flight.
But it's too late now, your caught in it's magma,
Burning alive, in the heat you needed
I tried to warn you, but it's late now.
He's
just like lava.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets that lie in ink
Poesíathis one is a little bit different, it's meant for specific people who can find out the hidden meanings inside the poems, I also just wanted to use this as a kind of venting system without actually venting. it's much easier and safer in my opinion...
