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Apr 2018
I am a fire.
I burn through the space and time
Around me.
Only To watch roses rise,
Like colored smoke,
from smoldering
Ashes to spring
Into full bloom
For what other use
Could there be for my high energy
But to blaze through the world
And fade like fire? To dissapate
And leave roses in my wake.
I've written,
And painted
Into immortality
My love
For thee
But without fuel how could I burn hot enough?
I hardly ever write a poem a poem that's focused more on myself. This is an attempt at that.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
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