I am fire, but not so quiet. I am glory, the greatest story. I am an ocean of tsunamis and floods. I am a song, I am the loud one. I am the moonlight, you admire at night. I am the sun, the brightness might hurt. I am a flower, the sweet-scented one, but not that fragile, yet that gorgeous. I am the day, you’ll wait for me to go. I am the night, you’ll never wanna let go. I am the rain, as soothing as the raindrops, but beware! I may bring along some storms. I am the wind, the air you breathe. I am the light, all you see. I am the sound, that takes you to your fairyland, but sometimes, I may wake you up with a bang! I am something you’ll never own, the best you can do is, to know; I am perfection you’ll always seek, but darling, you forgot: I am not yours to keep. And if you ever forget what I am, then here is the reminder: I AM FIRE!
flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games
My daughter’s face appearing in charcoal, her sunshine smile bursting from the black. Creativity soothes me like a drug, anticipating the heartfelt thanks I do not deserve. I will seem special, a façade, a falsehood, a temporary reprieve. The heightened
Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in
My second chance is bristling in a fire but you were here you could have changed the conversation, you could have given me your touch, but it dissolved into yesterday, and a furnace I’m a dead man, heart locked away