She is fire;
she could burn you
the same way she ignites you.
'So this is love that won't last',
you thought to yourself as you crashed.
For she is fire;
(and you are anything but immune to)
she could burn you
(that's how she stays alive)
the same way she ignites you.
(that's how she'd die for you)
—g.s.
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Dreaming Out Loud
PoetryJust a little big dreamer chanting miracles. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.
