Fire God Spirt
Ask me anything
Desiring to touch beauty,
disappointment strikes me through.
Your silhouette reeks of death,
as your kisses lack what's true.
So the horizon steals my gaze away.
Still searching for the one to come.
For in my heart you hold a place -
the light of the burning sun.
So I search as the lines break.
My heart aching for your sight.
I have no delight in death's true love.
The kiss of truth is my only plight.
19th September 2013
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