• reshmaantonygomez 6w

    Kiss

    I was walking by,
    I saw him and his fuchsia lips.
    He lit a cigarette.
    He stopped me and
    He kissed me.

    I swallowed the smoke and his love.
    He still had the heat, and
    I said, "set me on fire!"
    I became a human torch, a Martyr of his love.

    He said, "You smell like a dying bunch of tulips" as he laughed hysterically.
    And he-
    Burnt my body.

    My ashes were pale blue, like how my dying heart was.
    He walked away
    like he barely saw myself on fire.
    But little did I know that-
    He was the fire.

    ©reshmaantonygomez