The embers
Of the fire
I kindle
With my soul
Keeping it warm
As I
Become
Cold.Pouring out
My soul
For you
Who will never
Return my affection
Becoming cold
For one
Who is getting
Too
Warm.For you
I keep
Breaking myself
Loosing my strength
For you
Who does
Not
Return
My
Emotion.As I falter
Take one
Last
Step
Toward
Death,
Maybe you
Will
See
My
Love
For
You.
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Poems From A Thought-Filled Girl
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