He had a soul of embers and a heart of ash.
The smoke filling my lungs when we kissed
became an addiction. His love was given to
me with a singed tongue, but I’d come to
crave the way it seared my heart. The heat
was comfort, contrasted my iced eyes,
glazed over with gasoline. That night I
cried, I forgot to blink away, leaving me to
live in the aftermath of his explosion.
Ah! One can never know that the smoke and ash was bad.
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Amazing how both ice and fire can be used to describe anger…
Sorry, that was mostly random, I just saw a lot of words like “burning”, “ember”, and “seared” and then I also saw “iced” and that thought occurred to me 😛 It’s an interesting concept I’ve actually studied thoroughly
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Haha, yea. This didn’t take long to write but I like it.
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Great post 😁
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Thanks
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I honestly think this is one of my favorites >.> Oml it’s so perfect ❤
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Thank you ❤
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❤
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