They say the fire that
burns the brightest is the
one that dies out with the
softest breath.
Fire flickers frantically in a
frenzy fit for fame.
It's such a shame; they all burn
out eventually with the burden
love provides.
Be careful; she whispers,
don't get too close to the heat
it'll burn you.
But i ain't no candle in the wind.
She doesn't know my flesh has
withstood the heat of a thousand
forest fires full of love spells
and many a broken-hearted kiss.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
