Our love was a furious passion. The fire that sparked in your eyes ate at my heart and burned with fury.
Our feelings were a tempest, they whirled within us and tempted destruction. It hit so hard it wrecked us. The love that revolved around us felt raw and real.
We were intoxicated with each others presence, I could never satisfy the hunger that was in my heart for a single touch. A touch from the heart.
Our love was in a sense, ravishing.
We gave every single part of ourselves to each other the good, the bad, and the broken. And we loved every bit of it.
I remember reading in those cliché stories how the scent of someone becomes your favorite thing. I never understood the idea of it but now the scent of rose water and mint haunts my senses.
Depending on our love so much was so wrong but it felt so right.
Our love was like fire, it was heated and lit up our world.
But just like fire it eventually burned out .
Tragically yours,
-Adi
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Tea Leaves and Torn Hearts
Poetry"A place where a lonely girl can express the consultations with her heart." These are little poems that express what my heart wants to tell the world. Maybe your heart feels the same way and finds a sense of understanding here. Tragically Yours, ...
