her heart was on fire
her head was on fire
her soul was on fire
her hand was on fire
she was on fire
she was fire
everything about her burned so brightly
her pain and her happiness
her sadness and her love was all on fire
the heat was meting her face like wax dripping
some days the fire felt good
it was strong and burned with passion
the fire was like a wind blowing throughout her entire body
while other days the fire felt horrible
it was going to destroy her
the fire was going to eat her away and leave her to be just ashes
except this time there would be no phoenix to rise
there would be no broom to sweep up the remaining's and place them in a urn
once she was burned down, she was gonna be gone forever
the fire was bright and strong while it lasted
now it's getting stronger and more powerful
she can't control the fire anymore
she couldn't stop letting it destroy her
for the girl who learned to live in fire
she burned out way to easily
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts are killing me.
PoetryI write poetry to get my mind to understand what the fuck is happening in my head. Don't read them. they are pretty shitty.
