First of all
He's my northern bush love
He's uncolonized and it's kind of hard to explain but I'll try
He's untamed and has a thirst for violence
He's calm and still when he wants my warmth
He is wildfire
A spark that can light an entire forest up if we're not careful
He is fire he is air he is also not afraid of the darkness he doesn't share
He's just brave enough to steal the oxygen from the room
and if you listened to his traumas you'd understand why the flame is appealing to the moth
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A five star reaction to life
PoetryA collection of my poetry. Little bits of my madness laid bare for all to see.... I like to write in eloquent riddles :) I seen a tattoo today that said art is created out of sadness. I wanted to beg to differ, but my poems hysterically agree. Enjo...
