Wildfires and Thunderstorms- A Poem.

She was wildfire
And you were the flames
She didn't know how much
She needed to be burnt alive
Until you came
You left your mark
You opened up nerves, veins, senses
Filled them with star scattered hints and promises
Scarred her with jealousy
And then you left
And the wildfire sighed
For there was always a downpour
After a flame.



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