when you take a step back, what do you see
in the fiery remains of a car-crash romance that used to be?
if you strip back all the fireworks, the sparks
when the flame's all gone and it's a quiet affair in the dark
once the combustion has settled and the harsh fire is now a soft glow
tell me now, what you see down below
it's essentially a tale of endings and starts
a tapestry, a story of intertwined hearts
the passion has cooled, but the love still grows
just as even if a sea stops raging, the undercurrent still flows
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
