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My beautiful mother just called me And said so kindly, "her little pyro" But oh if only she had a clue Of the fire that burns within me also Sometimes it's a subtle mellow flame And other times a forest fire rages My sweltering heart cannot be touched Except for with him, the fire disengages For so long the fire inside me was kindled Burning up the things that upset me I never saw the affect it had on what I loved Till I was worn thin and my fire let me free I was all burnt up and left charred from my faults When a refreshing rain cloud hovered nearby No hatred, guilt, fear or sadness was left upon me And suddenly that rain cloud was my entire sky
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 5:59 AM UTC
My Fire, My Sky
My beautiful mother just called me And said so kindly, "her little pyro" But oh if only she had a clue Of the fire that burns within me also Sometimes it's a subtle mellow flame And other times a forest fire rages My sweltering heart cannot be touched Except for with him, the fire disengages For so long the fire inside me was kindled Burning up the things that upset me I never saw the affect it had on what I loved Till I was worn thin and my fire let me free I was all burnt up and left charred from my faults When a refreshing rain cloud hovered nearby No hatred, guilt, fear or sadness was left upon me And suddenly that rain cloud was my entire sky
8/23-24/2013
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Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 5:59 AM UTC
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