poetry

something like nothing else…

perhaps i’ve been
some highly guarded fortress
a prisoner
of a cold demise
but somehow
from the very beginning
she touched me
in the places
no one has seen
freeing me
and from my watchtower
i watched
as my walls burnt to the ground
for the fire in my soul
felt something like nothing else
in hers
so i wasn’t going to let her
be stuck on the outside
i wasn’t going to
leave her to the cold world
when everything in me
is on fire for her
everything in me
calls for her
to come in
-joshua ryan stewart

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