Volume 1, Issue 3
It was not love at first sight for him,
but I am sure he loved me more and more with time,
His fingers holding mine,
I could tell, he was worth my death.
He chose the flames to impress,
that which spread like wild fire,
Consciously was I falling,
He pulled me in so hard,
and let me sail through his soul,
I wrecked through his tears,
and discovered his deepest of weaknesses .
I found him more seducing,
than he who felt me compelling,
His touch felt like life,
but that was my span…just a few minutes.
With my own ashes he did show,
the vaporizing love he had for me,
I had no chance or voice to tell,
that ‘I'll wait forever for you.’
My destiny was fated to ash,
the moment he touched me.