When the sky turns from blue to tangerine, you should see the way it makes your face glow.
I swear I could watch the sun set in your soul a thousand times, and a thousand times more.
Yet, we speak in riddles and metaphors because our love is a love so scorned.
I cannot have you in any way, but could you not extend the hand of a friendship has I have?
Emotions tie us like the bindings of Icarus' wax wings, fragile to the fire of passion.
Desire is the root of hate which bears the fruit of death..........
