to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

неделя, 8 юли 2012 г.

On fire.

Well, I fell for a man on fire with eyes full of spring.
Now I'm leaving behind only flaming footprints.
With my eyes made black coals and his hair of sun,
I fell for the burning man and I slipped down the sands.
He made me adore every warm little ash,
as I melt to the sound of his bright cindered heart.
As I hastened to run, oceans boiling in me,

I fell for this man on fire and his eyes full of spring.

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