Sitting at the Fireplace

Sitting at the Fireplace

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Sitting at the fireplace Sparks are flying by The darkness is coming over me On wings black as the night I have my head up in the sky The air is filled with smoke Therefore I'm breathing heavily And hope is a sweet lie The burning heat Of glow and flames The passion in your eyes You seem to live So happily Please tell me Why can't I? And in a row of late-night talks The ashes became cold The glow is gone The fire's out The smoke is blown away And even though the world is dead Our memories are alive We'll be forever sitting here Singing songs from long forgotten times * * * When all the thoughts are taking over us Let's meet here Cause when we are sitting at the fireplace We can pretend that everything is fine
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D R O W N

we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.

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