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,
Composed,
And painted
Into immortality
My love
For thee
.
But without fuel how could I burn hot enough?
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
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,
Composed,
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.
