Her words

Such a simple conversation.
Learning more and more about the things that made her tick.
Her love of life.
Her love of creating art.
The pain behind her soul.
She knows her words are like fire.
Beautiful, full of passion, destructive on occasion.
Full of brightness and power.
Her words are the things that made me feel this way.
For if her tongue was to seize speaking with her eloquence and truth, then surely myself with become fully deaf.
Her words are like a fuel, they keep you running back for more.
Her words are like the sunshine, you can feel the warmth through your soul.
But should they ever stop; you’ll feel an endless cold.
They’re like the sirens song enchanting to your heart.
I hope and pray to always hear them, for to me her words are warm.