you were fire.
you were warm,
passionate, fierce,
and ambitious.
you birthed me.
transformed me to
a person that i liked.
you lit me up.
the heat was soft and warm.
they say i was the best with you.
but you also burned me.
now i am as black as charcoal
and now i am fragile and burnt.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
