Look at the surprises that you get to see
Walking on the street
There you were right in front of me
A flame lit inside
A volcano that erupted with the bide
I thought I didn’t care for your sake
I now clearly see
That was my mistake
“So, are you happy?
Or could it be true?
That possibly the same thing happened to you
that happened to me?
Because after I closed that door
Love didn’t pursue me anymore
And like lava overflowing, came this fear of being with someone new
Because I’ve yet to meet someone that can even compare to you”
I would have told you all this if I could have
But there was accumulated ash in my throat
I just couldn’t get rid of
– Juliet Rivor © October 2017