It's so bright.
It's so light.
It's so soft and so kind.
You want it but it burns.
You play with your only source of light.
Your only source of happiness,
You don't care what happens.
You only care about how it entertains.
How it lights up.
How I light up.
You use me for the worst.
But you know what?
I still want you.
YOU ARE READING
Are we meant to be?
PoetryWe are two... Do we stay two or do we be one? Are we allowed to be together or do we keep loving from afar? We are meant to be but what is wrong?
