Monday, May 20, 2024

The Last of Your Embers

 But I didn't mean to draw myself to you,
I just felt warmer by your side.
Like a moth drawn by the light,
Suddenly your spark turned me into fire.
And I was burning by your flames.
Like a phoenix eaten by your blaze.
And now I am the ashes surrounding your smokes.
Saving the last of your embers til my memory is lost.