i miss the fire i used to set in your eyes
sometimes i feel like i see it but i know im so fucking wrong
i only see the relection of my own fire in your eyes
you have a fire for her and now only her...
right?
please tell me im right
i dont want to be wrong anymore
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
