You're like a bonfire in a cold, lonely night.
Being near, only inches away, bringing warmth to my skin.
As the hands of the clock tick by, the warmth sinks deep within.
It reaches the heart and soul.
The night will pass with a short-lived light.
No fear shall make me sway nor shall take away the win.
As my hands get closer to you, I'd feel pain from a burning sin.
The flame dies and leaves a hole.
You died because you ran out of fuel.
The wind whispered to me your struggles
as I feel the warm and broken lingering sensation.
It was calling me out to rekindle the flame.
I reached out and chanted a daring spell.
Three words rang in your ears like bells
as you were ignited once again by this fiery passion.
I shouted then and called out your name.
The echoes of her answer dwelt in the wind.
It made me deaf, forgetting the world.
I blindly followed the heat my heart passionately emits.
Ultimately, the hole left unsealed is but a shame.
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Life in Poetry
PuisiRandom poetry attempts about life. Sparks of inspiration amidst all confusion. I hope I could inspire you all with these. So if you love it, just say so. If you hate it, I love you even so. Don't be afraid to leave a comment if you have to say any...
