Fire.
That's all I could see when I closed my eyes.
Bright ember flames kissed my eyelids against the darkness.
Scorching my thoughts, heating my insecurities to the point of boil.
Hues of yellow, orange, and red swirling around like a beautiful disaster.
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Behind The Smile
شِعرMy sporadically written poems with no theme. I just jot down things that come to mind. If you like, let me know.
