My loving was usually a steady hearth
Unyielding warmth, burning if you stood too close
But persevering through ill fate and so it chose
You were a sunny day, a brash breeze and a house left alone
You turned me into a wildfire
A disaster was born
But then you decided you got bored
And your snowstorm put out my light
Not even embers remained, no signs of the will I put in your hands
No clue that you ever cared for the one who cried
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoetryScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
