Our flame is dying out
Bring more wood I call out to you
You rush and bring them to me and yet our flame keeps dying out
A little more wood a little more this and that
Still, we won't rise
I am tired of trying to keep a dying flame on
I promised we would burn for eternity but I can no longer keep up
I thought as long as we had each other we would keep rising and burning passionately
I was wrong and I admit
I want you to know its okay to let the fire die and move on
I hope this finds you well but I no longer wish to burn slowly
I wish to burn fiercely, passionately
I want an untamable fire
I am no longer satisfied with a flickering flame
So let our fire die
Pour water over our flickering flame
Let the wind rise and kill our flame
Let us die pitifully
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
