#burningnotes

to you, only believer of this empty templeit’s time to shineto walk down all the roads like you’re walking to your own funeralit’s time to acceptwhat is there and what is notcould be’s and would be’sit’s time to come hometo yourself to you, the cold hearted child of hottest summersthe golden trophy of seasonswinning your heart could easily seem so impossiblebut with your lips partedwith the ray…

you came with stars and light on a suffocating saturday of Juneyou didn’t bring coolness, only fever and something burntyour skin was hot under the unforgiving summer sunyour fingers burning holes on my armsit wasn’t the heat that’s so inevitableit wasn’t me, either you leave with the same mantra every timei’m sick of fightingbut you love the painespecially coming from your own handslike the…

you always found a way into my heart like no one else did“i’ll take this”“this is yours”i’d gladly tidy up the little mess you createdand hold it close to my chestwhile you wait for me in the kitchen, sitting on the counteryour mouth red from the strawberries you just had and your legs swinging to a soft rhythm“you know this song”, you’d say as you jump to the ground, shifting the air around you…

i took you in while you were leaving golden dust everywheresweet creature you wereso fragile and so aloneon the cold winter morningmy heart beat with excitement and painand maybe loving you should have felt like falling indeedyou weren’t alive before and hadn’t felt this muchi cared for a corpse but death has never bothered me anywayso it’s okayto mourn a little bit more i held you while you…