Explosive
He is the fire, the rage.
Eyes red as sin.
I fell into his trap,
and I know I would fall again.
He is destructive,
Someone who would break me.
Inferno roars from his breath.
I don't know why I gave in.
He is my weakness.
I cry when he embraces me.
My skin scorched in flames.
There's nothing else to say.
He's explosive, violent, and strong.
I wonder how long can I hold on,
not sweet, not kind,
but I know that forever he is all mine.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2020
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