Firestorm

A.D. Small

Firestorm

You design triangles with my hands
Throw fire on my sand
Then ask me if I understand
You never tried to reach me
Your fingertips were never there
You screamed at my insanity
And I pulled out each hair
If you like the way I dance, then just tell me
Don't scream at my insanity
And then set me free
To love pillow fights in the darkness
To spin and laugh at life
To die with every kiss
Is like thrusting upon a knife
I would die in this Hell beside you
To know I'd love you through
Because that's what I do
I do miss the old us sometimes
To be young and hopeless
Before all the old crimes
We're a lovers kiss
To reach out to you is what I need
My eyes bleed
For a body that's dying in need
I can't scream at you anymore
It blends into the background
Of every slamming door
And how a dying heart sounds
To fight is like a dying breath
That bleeds into what's next
Until there's nothing left
But my love for you overcomes it all
The purest of fine lace
Make it to the next curtain call
Just to rest upon your soft face
I love to love you past the pain
What is hurt without gain
Because I want to be with you throughout the rain
To set fire to this storm
To make it past them gates with you
You're my love's truest form
A dying that's true

A.D. Small
March 16, 2017

  • Author: A.D. Small (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 15th, 2023 13:32
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