Little earthquake, wake me up

Take my anxiety and make it erupt

Like the insides of the earth, made of fire and despair

Let me ease with the touch of love, shining in everywhere

Wrathful lava, overwhelming red sea under a black sky

I can’t succumb to the marks of my past

The golden sentiment may shine at last

Isn’t this life meant for us to beautify?

Melted fire running through my skin, from my fingers to your devotion

The eternal burning flame is not much for us to swallow, it’s just another path to take

Tell me that you will look at me without fear, tell me that you will treasure the same emotion

On the hardest day of love, I’ll be there with a broken heart to endure the worst outbreak…


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Jessica says:

    😭 I love it! The feels is so much. I can feel every word. So smooth and alive.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. lynyo says:

      I’m so glad that you liked!!!! A little less pessimistic 😉

      Liked by 1 person

  2. ashok says:

    Oh yes Lynyo – Life is meant for us to beatify it 😍
    Lovely poem

    Liked by 1 person

    1. lynyo says:

      Thank you, Ashok! I’m glad you feel that way!

      Liked by 1 person

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