UrielSeraphim

She flows around stone and quenches fires her voice showers like rain on a spring night and feels so gentle that people misunderstand They mistake water for weakness and she indiscriminately swallows garbage letting words stagnate and pollute her She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do your fire is so wonderful and brilliant” and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone I want you to roar like crashing waves and let the world know you have t