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after hope, anger was born; tried to burn the world, only burnt myself.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
we’re born with hearts full of flames, then, the world starts to seek to put them out.
In the wind, tiny dandelion wishes of flame helped dream wildfire.
If it wasn’t for you, I’d think the whole “spark” thing was a dreadful myth- // but your hands were flame and my body was kindling,
Wine-drunkenness was mistranslated into the wrong sort of passion. // Fire in your belly, you kissed me with your fists and
you cannot break me; I will simply flow out of your hands, liquid, free.
all of the world hears music; waves and wind move to Earth-beats, and flames dance.
once earth, I became the wind to escape the chains of your gravity.
fire just wanted to kiss the ice, but his nearness destroyed his lover.
strike a match under the water, curse my waves for stifling your passion.
Ocean-heart, your depth knows no bounds, and someone will come, who loves to swim.
Water-bound, bound to drown, but first, to fly high with the beautiful fish.
