my all

My heart bleeds tears 
Though it was once aflame 
slowly, tenderly it burned
As if it had a life of its own
and wanted nothing else but to blaze…
That it flamed in darkness
was not a misfortune
For its mist was the passion
That illuminated the catacomb
of my dreams and hopes…
And, that darkness, was so loved
For in its deepest recesses,
Even for just a moment…
…there was you.

written by vicky (2011)

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