fire, ablaze,
reflecting in her eyes.
But was the fire
a mirage of the burning past
that she so desperately
wanted to undo,
or the gracious souvenirs of love,
now destructing, evident in the fire?
It indeed is true, though,
" young love don't last for life."
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A bit of an update: I'm graduating highschool soon ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ so I won't be able to write much TwT
Also, should I keep the previous poems or delete them, as some were inspired by my fraudulent muse?