Behold of the power rising inside
The temperature boils iron and gold
It attracts bitterness and lies
And burns then till the very core
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The flames overwhelm from every side
You can't breathe, you choke, you kneel
You don't feel life, you're paralyzed
Your lungs have already started to seal
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Hot red coal scorching your spine
Scents of burnt flesh lingering in the air
You suddenly wish for some red wine
But you've turned to ash, betrayed by your own despair
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Cold air. White wind.
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Soft wings are tingling your toes
I see the smile rising on your lips
Be free from torment, once and for all
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GiVi
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A Piece Of Myself
PoetryAn on-going collection of my work, for you. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, just a little girl sharing her thoughts with the world through lines. Open to judgement and criticism.
