Hot tears burn my cheeks
The flames lick my skin
The fires reflection torch my eyes
And the fire cracks, sending sparks high
Up.
Up.
Up.
Until they fizzle out
The ashes rain down
lightly torching my sweatshirt
Leaving a hole permanently burnt.
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Sunsets and Poetry
PoetryHello :) This is a book filled with different types of poetry written by me! I hope you enjoy <3 I love you. 💗
