i was looking
for a four alarm fire in an oil refinery
but all i got
was a matchstick in the sand
without a lighter;
unable to catch and hold a flame,
tossed over and over again into the ocean,
littered,
just like our love.xxx
a/n: if you get the reference ily so much
YOU ARE READING
the art of loving you
Poetryall the things about our makeshift love that i think about when i am half asleep. -x- [ highest rank: #274 in poetry ] [ 2015 - 2016 ]