Ignition
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The flame will ignite in it's own way,
when someone cries or burns in the day.
The rising temper of it's anger,
the vivid burn of cheeks and matter.
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I can't explain emotions I hold,
cause whichever way it won't be told.
The story written over my memories,
a little tune, a stucken melody.
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For the past few days I won't forget,
the things I've done and haven't regret.
The plastered smirk agains your lips,
the dragons soaring when you held my wrist.
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And yet I want to do the same,
but I feel way too much ashamed.
Too scared to know what you think of me,
because you might flinch or maybe flee.
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The tears that are cupped inside my eyes,
shall hold them and keep me from my cries.
I'll hold my pillow close and tight,
go drift in sleep and dream of flight.
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And if I never wake up again,
just hold the message I had sent.
Because from today and to tomorrow,
I'll no longer be held back by sorrow.
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►It's a slow update but hey, I got to make this one deep and meaningful!◄
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Poetry Tree
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written by myself. This will be on going because this isn't a story, it's basically just a book filled with poems that we're inspired to be written. Thanks for having time to read and have a pleasant day!
