Poetry for the Heart <3

Fire

I feel him,

I feel fire.

I feel him,

I cannot expire.

I feel him,

I’m burning flesh,

I feel him,

It’s hurting so bad; I can’t run, from it.

When he’s gone the fire ceases;

When he’s gone too long the once scorched that became fresh, became cold

The land is icy, full of hard snow.

The land is barren full of cold depression.

The sky releases

Crying fresh snow,

 harsh blasting blizzards.

I am cold; full of hatred,

I want him back,

I miss him.