If love were fire I would be burnt to ashes.
kindled by the sparks you brought to life,
torched by the brush of your hand, the laugh on your lips.
and drowned with icy cold reality.
extinguished by the words that escaped
those very lips that took my soul to heaven.
"Sorry, I don't feel the same way."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry for the Lovesick
PoesíaSick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
