love, like a fire, is a weapon
creating havoc and spreading chaos
though beautiful when contained to the eye,
burns the things we cherish
a love
a passion
a destructor of all things beautiful
the only way you can compare fire to love
is when it is the destroyer of worlds
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To the Moon and Back
PoetryPoems and short stories and stuff I honestly can't write why are you reading this
