Humans, like a flame.
To be kindled with love,
watch as it warms up your heart,
slowly but surely.
Drenched in gasoline,
watch it ignite and burn down your house,
only to be estinguished as quickly as it started
Flaming resolution could,
burn your plans
or melt the cogs into place.
Up to you,
to take up match.
YOU ARE READING
The lone window
PoesíaPoetry, possibly. . Feelings seem to come out in words, words can cut and scar, scars can help to make one become better. It is either you climb up or you fall. I chose to fall.
