the wood you added were words we threw to understand one another; the more wood we added the more we got attached the air you gave were our gasps transitioning our kisses; the more air you gave the more warmth you gave my heart the flames were the burst of feelings i had every time i looked you in the eyes; the higher the flames grew the more I felt for you the ashes that flew out the chimney were our tracks we left unable to hide our emotions; the more ashes created the more dangerous our actions became m. raquel medina
Love is a tricky subject and everyone’s story is different. Some mourn something that never started. Some mourn something that ended after a long time. But maybe at some point there was a fireplace that both of you felt beyond what words could describe.