i lied today.
i said i was okay
being on my own.
but truth is,
i'm tired of being alone.
the burning fire,
of wanting to be loved
isn't dying,
but instead i'm watching it burn harder.
ashes and dust,
is something
that flows
harshly out of me.
catching quickly
to the flammable
liquid that is the gas
of my rage.
i burn the forests,
i burn the trees
and i will burn
until i can't destroy anymore.
but burning out,
isn't something i can do.
because how can i
stop burning with rage,
if the fire was
the only thing
i've ever come to love?
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
