It was a nice February day, with bonfires, smoke and fun in
the air. It could have easily been one of the best days of my life, but all my
negative strings were still in the depths of my brain, stretched to their
limits.
Then I saw you for the first time ever. Looking at you was seeing
my own soul in a mirror, burning like lava, setting my insides on fire in a
wonderful pain. I was drawn to you by supernatural powers. My strings were
melting on me, my heart filled with acidic, venomous yearning, flooding my
veins.
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