this poem is dedicated to logicalpoison for inspiring me to write when I didn't have the heart to.
Our fire died last winter
I'm not sure where to look now
If we're still rebuilding
Promise you won't burn it down?
If i shout into the void
will it hurt any less?
My heart bleeds, but I can't blame you
for getting me into this mess.
Am I looking in the right places?
Searching the right cracks?
Perhaps you'll fill me up again
Where my joy seems to lack.
But I just can't love you
the way I did before
what's the point to this
if our love isn't the same aymore?
Our fire died last winter
I can't keep looking now
if I find solace in the arms of another
promise not to burn the world down?
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Dark Poetry
PuisiWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
