Bella Lane · Poetry · writing


I am delicate like the morning
The gentle sun kissing your cheek
Warming your soul
After the darkest of nights

I am destructive like a fire
Burning you down
From the inside out
Only when you deserve it

I want to be that morning sun
Every day you wake
To kiss you when you’re weeping
After a shadowy night alone

Fill me with affection
And I will be both for you
Burning you down with my love
In the blackest of nights
Only to hold you close until morning
As that brand new sun rises


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