Feb 2013
These Flames that have been lit
Flow through my veins
and reach to the fingertips
Like notes reach to the heart
They strum like a string
Onto each line that I write
Until the Oxygen goes away
and the fire slowly fades
Flow through my veins
and reach to the fingertips
Like notes reach to the heart
They strum like a string
Onto each line that I write
Until the Oxygen goes away
and the fire slowly fades
I don't know I don't really particularly like how the poem was before and I'm just trying to figure out how to revamp it too make it better
