When the Flames Burn
Steam rolls,
twists,
and curves
through my
fingertips
and into
the darkness.
Water falls
beneath
my toes
and soaks
into
immersed, naked
skin.
The flames
burn around
me.
Small, flickerings
of light, no sound,
but memories.
The water
grows cold,
like the ice
you left
in my veins.
Every girl is complicated. Its our right. Really, it is! Its in our handbook lol ;) But eventually you WILL find the one that understands you with just a look. You will find someone who understands you to a point that no words can explain. And I'm not just referring to a man. The first one I found was my best friend. Adam was a few years later lol :) And you should ALWAYS write what you know! You're great at it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Linds, I really appreciate that. I have a lot more poems that are similar in tone to this and I will be posting them as well. :)
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