Calling her, my Juliet
would be an insult.
Calling her, my sun
would be a sin.
Our love was beyond compare.
Without her,
I will fall.
Freeze to death.
She was my fire.
Beautiful and deadly.
I made her fire heart, my own.
I played with fire.
I burned.
I burned in her flames.
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Broken Hopes
שיריםhey guys this is not a story, this book is more of poems and my random thoughts. check it out if you're interested.