To you,
Your love is intoxicating. It's like a high. I feel so drugged that I lose my senses. Is it love at all, in the first place? Love is supposed to give a peaceful soothing effect. But this takes me to the highest of highs and that's when I fear the most with the fear of falling to the lowest of lows.
The light was lit to cure the darkness of my house. But, the spark burnt my whole life to cinders.
With indifference,
Me.
Written for Magpie Tales: mag 236
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2 comments:
Take only the useful side of things.Light removes darkness and show you the path.
Fiction can be pessimistic, can't it? :)
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