For you my feet can run no more, they have been worn to my fragile snow white bones covered in your flames. May your flames continue to consume me as mine leave your presence, and turn into gray ash that floats through the cold bitter air. Now i must let your flames die and turn to gray cold ash, so I don't get burned anymore by you.
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryA place where my poetry goes to be viewed because I have no social life. I hope you all enjoy 🖤
