A budding writer's collection

Fire

Dying embers with sorry sparks,

Suppressed glow that turns white with time,

Somber shades, surrendered heart

But that tinkling laugh and that sweet smile,

Ergo, I'm a fool burned by love.

Not a drop of innocence in your smile,

Flames reach for the ceiling of your brown eyes

Seductress, you who lead me to this quiet death,

I'm left waiting for my next demise,

Death is a sweet thing when administered by your hands.

This trail of fire we leave behind,

The heat only leaves me wanting more

This world that sought to burn us forevermore,

We stand, hand in hand, as it turns black, now.