cinders.
the cinders glare at me
they want to be free
from the errors
i'm about to indulge in
and preen
of
how the cinders could not
stop the heart- it did rot;
after all, love
is watery,
it can never command my sobriety
ashes.
the cinders long to
turn into ashes before i'm through
the mess
i am to find myself in
and preen
of
how i found substitute,
for ashes did not refute
that love
is slippery-
it will slip, eventually
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
cinders.
the cinders glare at me
they want to be free
from the errors
i'm about to indulge in
and preen
of
how the cinders could not
stop the heart- it did rot;
after all, love
is watery,
it can never command my sobriety
ashes.
the cinders long to
turn into ashes before i'm through
the mess
i am to find myself in
and preen
of
how i found substitute,
for ashes did not refute
that love
is slippery-
it will slip, eventually
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