sᴇʟғᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ | ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ

fireplace

11.02.17

dedicated to sophia

I walk into the living room 

I see a subtle light shining from afar

It's a fireplace, I see

The epitome of our undefined love

The fire which represents the passion

The wild lion with exceeding range as it chases it's prey

You were the lion as I was the deer

You were the giver that keeps this going

The gasoline that stained her hands

The firewood that slowly diminishes with the contact of heat

The warmth that gives me hope in the cold winter nights

And the charcoal in which ashes begin to rise as it burns

You powered this love once more

Gave it energy as I was just reaping from what you offer

I was the deer in headlights

The criminal of the plan

The ignorance that filled his empty head

The fire that just dies out when you have nothing to give

But then water splashed on our unwelcoming shore

Disturbed our silent neighborhood

You let them come in

But I had no power so I just gave in

For I am just a doe-eyed creature

Roaming the forest in utter silence