MISS WAVES JOURNEY 3

The pages afforded glimpses into my soul where I’d hidden it, behind masks of paper and ink.

She had built walls around her and she rarely let anyone in.

You started a fire in her soul…
But tomorrow came
And you left her shivering in the cold…
So she gathered what little embers she had left,
As she carefully whispered love to her dying self…
Now she is a burning forest,

As bright as the sun,
And all you could do is look at her with awe,
For you’d never imagined that a girl,
Looking so fragile and naive,
Would one day become a fire
That you could never ever put out.

Remember;

Don’t ever take advantage of her love because She is both holy water and hell fire and the flavor you taste depends on how you treat her.

Copyrights © 2021 Eva Mwangi

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