Fire is a pleasant surprise among many, it is a cleaner, nanny and a dancer, a singer!
Fire always comes for me
But where there is fire, there is smoke
Smoke is never welcome anywhere
Smoke is what causes more pain.
It tries to dance, it's tries to clean, but it only stings your eyes
Have you ever noticed that? The sting of smoke when it's near?
Smoke is the child of fire, the child it never wanted, the byproduct of carelessness maybe.
Maybe smoke was an accident, never meant to be
Maybe smoke created itself
Smoke is a burden
Smoke is my burden.
I am smoke in my own mother's eyes
And my father is what burned her down
Maybe one day, I'll spark myself, become my own fire, think of what I can be then!
A singer! A Dancer! A well travelled nanny! loved and feared! My Lord, I hope
Maybe I'll burn myself out before then.
I know many who want to extinguish me
Smoke included.
YOU ARE READING
poems and short stories
Randompreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
