it whispers; pour your worries
into the fire and nurture
there are secrets in the velvet
of burns on fingertips
you forgot, oh you forgot
how she stroked your hair back when
night sings sad songs, your breath
in tune with oblivion – this we are
never known, we are
never known, silent, like the dance of the flames.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
it whispers; pour your worries
into the fire and nurture
there are secrets in the velvet
of burns on fingertips
you forgot, oh you forgot
how she stroked your hair back when
night sings sad songs, your breath
in tune with oblivion – this we are
never known, we are
never known, silent, like the dance of the flames.
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