I don’t think it’ll ever forget that feeling, being pulled under, unable to breath. Perhaps my soul is more forgiving. But, my heart…no, my heart will always remember.
I called your touch heaven, loved the way it felt as it shot through my veins.
You were a scorch-light, burn bright type of blaze —
the type of fire that steals your breath
and leaves you drowning in the flames
(I’ll never look at fire the same)