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Lin Quincy Jun 25
When we first met
I couldn't tell what is was
But I knew it was something
It felt like gentle fire
Something that we would all
All like to touch..

It was like sitting under the hot sun
But not getting burned..
I just gave the warmth
The warmth we all wish for..

I was drawn to it
I wanted to touch it
I wanted to play with it.
It called me..
I could not stop myself

Eventuality I gave into the fire
I was lost in it
Everytime I was away from it
It called me
Everytime I could hear it's whispers
Even in loudest noises
It found it's way to me
And I loved that

They say too much of anything
Is poisonous but I loved it  
It loved the poison
It was intoxicating
The kind of sweet toxic
Before I knew I was lost in it
I was burning and I knew it
But I couldn't walk away

It was too sweet
I hadn't burned in a long time
But I started feeling pain
I couldn't ignore it
I had lost myself.
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