i could feel our love
spark
and grow
into a blazing fire.
but soon,
the flames
were too high;
and we were both burned.
everything we once had
is now
just a charred
piece of wood,
turning to ashes
at the slightest touch.
{m.b}
Author's Note:
This is very different from what i normally write. What did you guys think? Let me know, and voting means a lot to me as well. (:
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My Flawed Mind
PoetryA collection of short free verse poems, written on bleak days.