I told you I was fire
You didn't believe me
Saying that being burnt
Was worth it
Your soft words and lips
Cotton in ashes
Became a match on my skin,
I told you I was fire
And now you're going to burn
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
