In a way love is fire.
You're burning.
Burns anyone in its way. so now your'e burning. you're now decaying along with the rest of the people who no longer need me. The people who no longer want me. The people who no longer wish for me. Now tell me how it feel burning and perishing. now tell me how it feel up there all alone.
Tell me how it feel without me. i'm begging tell me how it feels now gone and outta my life. Tell me what its like blazed and melting out of this world without me.
but between the devil and me i wish it wasn't this way.
but yet again you're burning
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts in the back of your mind.
PoetryLiterally written by my 11 and 12 year old self.