He hunts for the lie on my tongue,
but I keep it well hidden—
Like a secret in my soul.
The last embers of our love burned away
and we're left with each other's burnt out hearts
—kept on leashes.
The fuel is long since gone,
But the scorch marks remain like scars and I hate them.
They remind me of that fire that just could not start.
Tired and sick,
I wait for another flame.
But every time the ocean waits to consume them
And every lie burns much worse than his fire ever did.
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Candles In The Sun
Poetry"Our daughters and our sons are just candles in the sun" - Frank Ocean | End - This is pretty much a bunch of poems that I write some of them are decent some of them will probably be very very bad haha. - I don't really have time to wri...
