When we get what we pursue,
We don't know what to do with it.
This flame is trouble,
This flame is hurt,
But it is a flame indeed.
It is lingering, crawling,
Taking what it needs.
Maybe it deserves this rest,
It seems to have fought a lot.
I don't think I will be enough.
It seems, this may burn me,
Though my own flame is kindeled.
I will be ready for war again.
I might cry, I might cry a lot.
But I... I will fight.
DU LIEST GERADE
Poems and thoughts
RomanceI'm sorry a bug double uploads the chapters. Mainly english original poems. Hope you enjoy and please comment and like.
