The flame will forever burn inside of me, as long as I am alive.
That flame flickers, and even glitters as birds fly gracefully into our adoring blue skies.
The burning flame can scorch it's own holder within seconds.
The dying flame warms but disappates along with your spirit.
The flames are still there, no matter the amount of light they give off
Our own flames only need a spark to ignite again.
Past poem experience yada-yada...
Charlie
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PoesíaDo 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...
