What is this feeling in my chest;
Of sizzling coals
The pop and spit
Amongst flames’ enchanting dance?
I’m burning, burning
And you only made it burn brighter
Hotter, blistering my heart.
Scarring my soul.
Why can’t I put it out?
I’ve done all I can.
No amount of water can smother
No multitude of blankets can cover
The destruction
You left in your wake
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Thoughts Made to Sound Pretty
Short StorySo these are a collection of poems (and a short story here and there) that I've just written throughout the year. They all just started out as random thoughts that I've been able to make sound prettier.
