Bonfired
You remind me of beach bonfires. You snap sparks and seem to climb into the night sky, but if I get too close, you burn.
"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."
You remind me of beach bonfires. You snap sparks and seem to climb into the night sky, but if I get too close, you burn.
Dear Old Love: Bonfired