This hot grey fire in my chest
is alive, yet it sleeps.
I was taken before
and now you're spoken for.
Give me ice to douse the heat.
I see the fire in those sad eyes,
a heart that shouldn't yearn.
You said it died,
I know you lied,
and now we're left to burn.
I wrote this a couple of years ago, listening to Adele's Rolling in the Deep on repeat. I found it today as my 3yo was taking over an old notebook of mine and decided to share.
is alive, yet it sleeps.
I was taken before
and now you're spoken for.
Give me ice to douse the heat.
I see the fire in those sad eyes,
a heart that shouldn't yearn.
You said it died,
I know you lied,
and now we're left to burn.
I wrote this a couple of years ago, listening to Adele's Rolling in the Deep on repeat. I found it today as my 3yo was taking over an old notebook of mine and decided to share.
