“She was like a firestorm and I was a forest she burnt her way through all the crevices I never knew existed And we always said this day would come even if I know she needs to go I wish she would stay instead She was the firestorm in my heart the sentence I read over and over I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet and I hope we meet again Maybe in the summer when a friend turns to a lover and memory I’ll never forget”
— firestorm // c.p
