Sep 2012
It burns when you look in my eyes,
It burns when you hold my hand.
It burns when you say my name,
But it burns even more when you don't.
It burns when you talk about her,
It burns when you say anything.
It even burns when you make me smile
But it burns even more when I cry.
It burns, it stings, it pains, it hurts
But I would burn 1,000,000 shoes walking on sunshine with you.
It burns when you hold my hand.
It burns when you say my name,
But it burns even more when you don't.
It burns when you talk about her,
It burns when you say anything.
It even burns when you make me smile
But it burns even more when I cry.
It burns, it stings, it pains, it hurts
But I would burn 1,000,000 shoes walking on sunshine with you.
I got a wildcard for a writing prompt and didn't know what to write. I asked my teacher and she, knowing that I struggle with poetry that doesn't rhyme, challenged me to write one. I feel really blessed to have a teacher to push me to be a better writer.
(Where the Sidewalk Ends)
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