What's left to do?
I burnt' the sage
I said my peace.
Yet somehow the spirits of your memory
Keep on chasing me
The demon of your love keep catching up
And I...
Don't think I can run any
Faster.
YOU ARE READING
Let It Burn
PoetryThis a compilation of poetry & of self it is about love, hope pain and all of those other complex emotions you cant describe but can feel.
