Memories, that's all she can utter
Her breath is stale, vouched by alcohol
Her misty dark skies, covers her youth
Once that she had, her heart torn in and out
Lost somewhere in the rolling hills of a screaming mind
She lays on her bed, staring with her eyes closed
The ceiling of the room turns into a blooming flower
Telling her, asking her
Things she has never asked herself
Or told herself
Her heart is a broken beating flame
Cursing and screaming for more memories to be made
While she blurs the world outside
She hears her heart glow, with the sticks and stones fueling every wound
Her mind is serene, calm and gentle
Dulling her senses to nothingness
While her head sees vast oceans of infinite stars
There lies limited scope
She's on the verge of deciding to end away
Or to read Eat Pray Love all over again
As her heart yearns for the memories yet to be made
Her dying heart still screams every second
Her throat still hurts from the brining and burning sensations of so much alcohol
For the time being, she waits watching her self
Crumbling into pieces of sticks and stones
As her ashes scatter through the light of dawn.
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
