I burn with the need to make it right,
I burn with the infinite stars so bright in our wonderous sky...
I burn with the pins and needles that have taken place in my side.
I have the burn of seared flesh inside my heart, and it will never part.
The wounds that pain me so greatly, makes me.
The knife that cuts the hand who wields it.
The back that faces danger unturned.
The burn of fire that fills my bones deeply.
Yeah... No comment on this one....
~Charlie
YOU ARE READING
From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
