There was fury behind your eyes,
a certain kind of rush of burning earth,
scorched but still radiant,
the colors still blooming impossibly underneath.
You’re an enigma,
a vast mystery.
And I’m NOT sorry.
Surely, I never had to be.
Surely, it’s not anything but a glimpse,
a glimpse beneath a sappy love story,
the kind that people past their prime
roll their eyes over.
And I won’t make sense of it
because there is no sense to have .
It’s just a silly fantasy
If it doesn’t bother you,
then why are you so mad ?
Dawning Creations 
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