promise

the sun owes none
no promises made 
only a bright light 
that pulls me to him 
i get too close
and my flesh burns
my heart shrinks
from his cruel heat
so bright 
i try to hold it close 
the stench of smoke
of a burning past
no promises made
and fewer kept
yet i lie awake and wait for you 
one day you'll see my fire small 
that burns one way, all day
and only for you...

-Reena
sometime in 2011

Don't know where this comes from but it writes itself...some days! A song (ab to hai tumse har khushi apni...) about being in love with a famous yet angry man, some lyrics, a book, a story, a reverie anything can set off these words that must find a way...