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If you burn our bridge, I will not waste the time or energy to build another. Goodbyes are forever.
The fire that once guided our love has now consumed and destroyed us.
She flickers softly, hoping that
no one will see her glowing.
So every day I watch her simmer
on, instead of growing.

This tiny spark that warms my heart
each time I catch her beaming,
her dimpled smiles and catchy laughs,
the murmurs as she's dreaming.

A lantern for my darkest days;
So willingly she came.
So now I need to feed her light
and save my little flame.
For my little sister.
The world alight with brilliant flames
Crackling, roaring, and all-consuming
Slowly, slowly burning sun-kissed earth

Rusted copper and scalded vermilion
Tawny ochre and golden amber
A beautiful fire twisting, twirling its deathly dance

The blazing inferno destroys the world
Razing summertime's final last breath
With the charring remains of autumn once more
We all have a flame in us.
One that is unique in
colour and fuelled
by your passions.
Don't choose
to die before
sharing its
light and
its heat.
This is something I keep telling myself anytime my mind is in a dark place and I nearly do something reckless. We're all unique. Share what your passionate about to add to the world.
how do you make fire,
she asks me.

i steal it off your eyes
every time
you think about him

and it burns.


-- Eleanor
my old people told me
there is "no fire" in  hell
everyone is taking their own
"burning themselves "
hope you will love this one
 Oct 2017 Coraline Hatter
Rianna
"What happened to you?"
You ask me when you come back. "You're so Different now."

You took my essence, my fire, and my soul when you left and you tried to place them into someone else, but they didn't fit. Now you stand before me, and you dare ask me what happened? How could you?

"Life." I simply answer. "I grew up."
Probably gonna delete this.
just another month
cold and crisp
the flowers that once bloomed
are all gone
the fire that shined bright
let it freeze and die out
let the wind extinguish the fire that was once alive
october can **** of my hope
october hurry up and **** my delight
She just wanted to see if she could spark a flame,
How was she supposed to know, she’d set his whole world on fire.
This poem and others are available in my ebook The Neverborn. Available from Amazon
The Neverborn https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076CQNX97/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_FDL5zbYCHG7HY
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