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“Where I Burn for Her”

In her fire, I find myself

By Preity RandhawaPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Her fire didn’t destroy me — it made me real.”

There’s nothing in this world that can compare to her—

She pulls my soul like a tide, from near or far.

With just one look, she sets me alight,

I’m wildfire caught in her endless night.

No one can touch what she makes me feel,

Her gaze cuts deep, her touch is real.

That wicked smile, that daring spark—

She lights my shadows, owns my dark.

I can lie, I can run, wear masks all day,

But she sees through every shade of gray.

She knows the truth beneath my skin,

Where chaos ends and she begins.

I’ve tried to hide, to lose my name,

But she calls me back through smoke and flame.

For only in her storm, I’m truly free—

She’s the place where I finally meet me.

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About the Creator

Preity Randhawa

Deep and passionate... is there any other way to be?

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