TaureanStyles♢

If the heavens 
possessed
the gift of sight, 
the stars would 
parachute down
to envy her light.

But her beauty
remains concealed
beneath the cloak of
night. A hidden,
forbidden, dangerous
delight.

And I am but a child,
who's afraid of the
dark. 

A keg of gunpowder,
in love with a spark. 

♔♔♔