Ink Stained Soul…

They never listen. I warn them. I linger long after your logic and reason fade. My spirit is magnetic; magic radiates from the core of my soul. There are flames that are warm and delicious, but they’ll leave you empty and cold once you cross the invisible line I cannot tolerate. They never listen. While they shed the weight of who they pretend to be, I glow. A soul meant to feel not be tamed.