August, my friend, how are you? Our time together often seems so short. You always hold new beginnings, New stages of life, real chapter turns. I’m sorry I never quite noticed before The adventure that you bring, all you have in store. Looking back to see when it was that things became hard, It seems it’s always August where the growth really starts. So busy changing I never looked up to see the progress Or to notice the timeline tracing faithfully back to August. Without fail you’ve always pushed me. This year it is no different. August do I really have to wait a whole year Before I see you again?
My last walk in the fire one day.. My ash will spill around... one day.. Fire will shroud me in my last walk to hell.. yes ...no not heaven..hell.. yes I am coming... I know , you have been waiting for me ... for my last trip into that fire..
Dont push me away, please.. you are my muse, you are my light , you are my moon. Dont push me away, please.. I am your soul , I am your door, I am your road, Dont push me away, please.. I want nothing .. I want everything .. I want you.. in my last day. in my last walk into that fire... Dark. Ash. Kiss Fire. Hell. I am here..
Tonight, I write this poem for you. You, who pushes through the day with a smile even when you don't want to. Tonight, I write this poem for you. Lover, fighter, don't be afraid to let your fire burn brighter. Tonight, I write for you a poem of hope. You, the one who fears you've reached the end of your rope. Tonight, I write this poem for you. You, my new friend. If you need someone to talk to, I'm just around the river bend.