There is a flame in my chest
Warm
It keeps me alive
Whilst
Burning my soul
I asked you for help
But all you did
Is giving this flame
In my chest
More oxygen
It is burning hotter now
Faster
But it is still in prison
In this box
In my chest
You thought you did the best
But all you did
Was increasing my pain
Because I didn't ask
For a hotter flame...
All I wanted
Was to let this flame escape
Burning my body
Instead of my soul
And let my soul itself
Finally
Fly
2019-10-12
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Too Young To Die
Poetry••• TOO YOUNG TO DIE ••• 🤺 Gedichte & Gedanken a.k.a. rhymes & deep stuff Die ersten Gedichte waren die ersten, die ich je geschrieben hab, und mir war Reim wichtiger als Inhalt. Ich will sie aber trd nicht zurückziehen, deshalb, lasst euch nich a...
