I remember your lips.
They tasted like cinnamon and honey.
I kissed you when you read to me for the first time.
You always blushed so hard when I kept doing it because of how much I liked it.
I watched you breath out smoke when I paused.
I wish you noticed it before I.
Because it hit me hard that;
Your lungs would fill with burning coals and your throat would scream.
I remember how hard I cried that day.
I had to catch my tears before they hit your skin;
Because I did not want my own tears to burn your skin as they do mine.
You tried to wipe them away, but I hurt your wrist trying to stop you.
I cried so hard when you finally did wipe one away.
You had screamed in agony when the hot coals touched you.
It made me realise;
I could never kiss you, nor let you near me.
A demon can never lie with a angel.
YOU ARE READING
To The Moon And Back
عاطفيةA small short poem storey about a angel and demon who fell in love. I'm not very good at this, but I thought it would be nice to make since it was late at night. I apologize in advance for how awful it is and poorly written it is too (again).
