I cry through the brick wall,
Red and black scorching heat,
Of flames and burning desire,
Whole buildings break and tumble,
They don't bounce they shatter,
Because when something falls it breaks,
even if it doesn't it's never as good as new.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
