The wind is biting cold today, I wonder if my soul has manifested it. I lean in to see what the flurry is saying, Desperate to find wisdom over folly.
Don’t touch it Secrets, I tell myself. But it’s so warm on my hands. You’ll get burnt if you don’t take care. But it’s so pretty and mesmerising. The fire doesn’t care, it’ll burn you up. Just one more time. Last time I promise. I’ll hold you to that my dear. I know what I’mContinue reading “Playing with fire”
This good heart of mine wants you so bad. My own common sense is making me mad. I want to pull you close even as I flee. I hope you can’t see the conflict in me.