And for one last time, i spilled my story on an ignorant soul,
Little did she know,
Little did I,
Maybe I was succumbing to the godless beauty,
Or maybe I was just another soul seeking sympathy,
As she always said,
Fire never leaves any dry leaf alone,
She imbibes,
The whole of the autumn,
It devours all of the spring,
Maybe I was wrong,
For I had set out to tame fire,
And she made me her whole,
And long after the storm passed,
I realized,
I was that dry leaf all along…

For you, stranger. ❤
Thanks for everything.