Cold Fire

Torched up all my spirits
in the cold of the limelight
Painted faces off rouge
Barely any freckles in sight
A burning heart’s exuberance
Lit up wild passion to expedite
As if it says ,let’s keep it going
Emotions run sharp the delight
Emerge the bold from your beauty
Catch me up,melt thy lips tonight 
Shy romance to be fabricated
Words really hurt if they bite
My hallucinations by the dreams
Lived through castles of the light
Your betrayal,a cold play,a fantasy
Cold fire by the dead of the night

 

Written by Rana M
© 2005-2018 Rana M  All Rights Reserved

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