Burnt to ashes
how do I spark my flame?
Perhaps, embers somewhere
still breathe
and so I write again?
Bonfires and wildfires
people see so well
but the fire in my heart
remains unseen.
If you ever come along
and empty the sea on me,
I'd would still be burning
till he came,
a drop of tear from his eyes
is all I need
to douse the raging fire
deep inside.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Burnt to ashes
how do I spark my flame?
Perhaps, embers somewhere
still breathe
and so I write again?
Bonfires and wildfires
people see so well
but the fire in my heart
remains unseen.
If you ever come along
and empty the sea on me,
I'd would still be burning
till he came,
a drop of tear from his eyes
is all I need
to douse the raging fire
deep inside.
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