Girl who speaks fire
and waits for praise
who is water and chain
who is lamp and pillow
whose eyes shine like emeralds
hasn't been around in a while
who makes me think like a dream
who makes me dream, like I think
whose hair is velvet
doesn't want to be seen
hides in corners and grieves
who had a smile like the sun
is done
is gone far away
is different, be prepared
wasn't going to stick around
is slipping out of grasp
who is a stranger now
is leaving this black and white town
who has me catching breath
is the fire in me that speaks
asking who needs her
who needs her, who?
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Thoughts of a Forsaken Soul
PoetryA collection of my poems regarding to the quality of human life, and how I've experienced the world. ©2015 xxsherryxx
