At some point,
I think everyone
dreams of fire
to burn bridges
down, tumbling
rubble, metal
melting back into
lava
you could start again,
then, It would be
easy enough
I’m not saying
that I like to
watch the skins
of structures peel
but who doesn't
look at a burning
building and feel
something more
than fear
something more
than loss
something more like
hope
and excitement
a racing heart
that soars above
the sirens
and sends
voices, through
pulses, into your
ear
you could run into
that, you know
you could pull
someone out
save something
you could make it
beautiful
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
At some point,
I think everyone
dreams of fire
to burn bridges
down, tumbling
rubble, metal
melting back into
lava
you could start again,
then, It would be
easy enough
I’m not saying
that I like to
watch the skins
of structures peel
but who doesn't
look at a burning
building and feel
something more
than fear
something more
than loss
something more like
hope
and excitement
a racing heart
that soars above
the sirens
and sends
voices, through
pulses, into your
ear
you could run into
that, you know
you could pull
someone out
save something
you could make it
beautiful
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