the fire is burning
its bright embers singe my hands
i do not feel warm
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
fire haiku
the fire is burning
its bright embers singe my hands
i do not feel warm
