Burn

I’d loved the light always

and now I’m trying,

trying to fall in love,

with as many things-

as possible, and for now,

I love the dark just as much,

I have a billion companions,

only two I can call friends,

How ironical can life be

The beauty of things as such,

I shine brighter than your sun ,

when I begin to collapse,

And as you look at me,

I appear to be a mystery,

I never knew lukewarm-

I burn white hot

for my passion,

I want something special,

of my very own,

I burn with that desire,

Is that longing or is it lust?

But I have the universe –

inside me-

I am made of stardust.

~Saadia

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