The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Pyromancy

My heart is a flame.
My mind a storm.
And my body a reminder that nothing's forever.
This heart might blaze, brand and burn the people I care for the most, but It's all out of love.
My mind might be crowded for the time being, but the silence terrifies me out of my own skin.
So take my hand, for I was built to protect you from becoming like me.
Pyromancers are only built by being thrown into the flames.
So please, ignore the smell of ashes on me.