Whimsyselenophile20

  I crave fire not just sparks, I want to be ignited, completely fall apart, And be caught by arms that are matches, To my gasoline of a heart. I crave soul, a soul so beautiful That i lose my self in and be newly found. I crave that fire so much, I burn myself.  Slowly but steadily, to keep that little spark alive. Hoping, that little spark will finally roar into a flame. And like a moth, a soul will come, And my spark will turn into flame. Devour the soul, and my soul too. Ignite us, and we burn forever. As an eternal flame. Alas! Eternity is only a dream after all. -Sanwayee Dey

We hear them, when they say those words. We hear them, when they praise a different embodiment of us. We keep quiet, until onday it all overflows. Then people set candles and flowers and march in rows. Then they ask questions they unheard all these time. After a few debates and marches they stop, and don't give a dime. The bottle starts to fill again , they call names again, do the unthinkable .. Again there's a war to save humanity for days, until they think it's forgettable. This story never ends, This story repeats again and again. -Sanwayee Dey