I crawled down under in the night
To escape the fear of day
And made my home within a hell
And thought I might just have to stay.
I stayed down under far too long
Until I heard your voice above
And peered outside to see your face
But I am so afraid of love.
Let the sun which sees me now
Have me in the worst of times
So that I may see the best
And burn and burn and burn.
A Soul's Walk 
Trochę w duchu Emily Dickson – przynajmniej tak mi się kojarzy
Sorry to say… but I do not understand.
marvelous in tune with Emily Dickinson and Milay’s writing !
I don’t know that I have ever heard that before. Perhaps I’ll have to read them both again. I read Dickinson quite a lot when I was younger and Milay hardly at all. Have a wonderful day and thank you for taking the time to comment. Cheers.
Is burning here a good thing or a bad thing?
I couldn’t say but I’m sure it will hurt.