In a race against time whose turn is it to lose this time?
Tag: #InLove
Warmth of my torment,
She was the solace and she was the torment, there was no other place I would choose to be…
A beacon promised to never quench,
Watch me in your darkest days, your answer is already there. It has always been…
A different phase of stand still, Nonexistent
A nonexistent state of reality…
Unburnt through fire,
Burnt to be set free only to be restrained by shackles of ice…
Drunk in the words that weren’t spoken,
In the flaring storms that dodge,it is your loving arms that hold the subtle breath of my sanity
Crumble, by mere touch
Left to crumble by the touch of breeze, a scent so brittle that its movement creeks
Resuscitation..
My resuscitation..
Crimson..
Painted in color of love...
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