To The Voyager
It was beautiful.
The magic shared on those stares.
I could see your passion.
I wish I could make it ablaze.
But I get on fire instead.
I would love to walk on fire with you.
The burns will all be worth it.
But you extinguished it
Right before I flicked on the match.
I stare at the mirror.
My feelings were on fire now.
My embers in flickers..
But the ocean that you are;
Poured on me and let me sink.
I have loved you keeping me afloat.
I have loved you and your sails.
I have rerouted for you.
But you went on that boat
Alone.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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