You are the small fire burning within me.
Allowing inspiration to flow from my fingers
Onto the screen for others to read.
I hold back no emotions
Letting them burn into my conscious
As I continue to write through the pain.
Your fire forces me to keep going
Sparking up the TNT
That I thought was locked away.
But what no one knew,
Not even you,
I am made of wood
and your fire is destroying me.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
