It burns
But it doesnt hurt
It's a good burn
It reminds me of you
Sometimes burning isn't bad
It clears my head
My feelings feel like scribbles
In my head
But when I think about you
It burns
And I dont think scribbles anymore
I think snow and fire
And every scribble becomes a line drawn in the snow
Every scribble becomes the ashes of a blazing bonfire
With you the scribbles make sense
YOU ARE READING
Everything Inbetween
PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
