"You started a fire in her soul
But tomorrow came
And you left her shivering in the cold.
So she gathered what little embers left of her
As she carefully whispered love to her dying self.
Now she's a burning forest, as bright as the sun.
And all you could do is look at her with awe,
For you'd never imagine that a girl,
Looking so fragile and naive ,
Would one day become a fire
You could never put out. "
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
