something about fire intrigued me,
the way i was unknowingly drawn to you
you were the utter opposite of
my pouring thoughts
that could flood towns
at a young age,
i was certified incapable of love
for love was playing with fire,
too deadly, too dangerous.
and i was warned
only the bravest of all could
survive in such risks;
your serendipitous stumble
into my world
overturned beliefs, theories
a magical flame that ignited with hues of blue, orange and yellow
you lit me on fire
i turned deaf ears
on cautions
i overlooked the hazards
for i was so fascinated with the way
you danced with the wind
that i forgot you roared and engulfed anything in your path
i didn't realise
i placed myself in peril
as i headed straight into a path of destruction
you were momentary, breathtaking
a monstrous perpetuity
and loving you was surreal,
unfathomable,
and agonizing.
i was left helpless,
as smiles crystallised themselves
into my red eyes
as i attempt to offer you a warm heart
in freezing hands.
you were a good chapter
and deep within your eyes,
i could see the stars that sparkle brilliantly
and beneath them,
i saw the good in you
even if all you've brought me were
destruction, chaos.
YOU ARE READING
letters he'll never read
Romance"and if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" dear you, imy. before i knew it, you disappeared into thin air; but even after you were gone, you were still my muse. and what terrified me the most was that there's still a lifetime left...
