Tethered To My Mind

the needs of ember

As I held her in my arms, she told me she was on fire.

So I poured some water on her soul.

Little did I know,

from her eyes, tears would grow,

down her face, they would flow,

soon enough, I had to go.

For I had no match, to light her flame,

so I walked the road,

drowned in shame.

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~Brie Angeline