shakesparrow:
your spirit burns bright, and blinds me. when we talk, i hear the sun whispering fire in my ears. you warm my heart, and blister my flesh, but no matter the pain, i will not let you become ash.
your spirit burns bright,
and blinds me.
when we talk,
i hear the sun
whispering fire in my ears.
you warm my heart,
and blister my flesh,
but no matter the pain,
i will not let you become ash.