Moth and Flame
I felt like an ice melted against the warmth of your words. I felt like Icarus and you, the Sun, burning me yet I couldn't seem to pull away.
I felt like a moth and you, the flame and despite of knowing you'd be the death of me, I couldn't seem to fly away.
You are danger but I feel no fear. You are trouble but I still want you here.
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
