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firewood
You are a lamp.
You are the flame in the pit of my heart
that burns my wide eye blind
and suddenly stings the sockets,
while the other lies silent;
broken, blue, and bruised.
You are the fly that follows the lamp
that I follow behind,
till we both fry,
but I still trail behind,
waiting for a spark.
You are the cigar in my head,
that lights fire to my bed
sheets and overturns the entire room.
Ashy and bitter,
like the burnt wood.
you, a flame,
left behind.
i, the wood,
am left behind.
(why?)
© lilac_of_hope
Image from Pinterest.
You are the flame in the pit of my heart
that burns my wide eye blind
and suddenly stings the sockets,
while the other lies silent;
broken, blue, and bruised.
You are the fly that follows the lamp
that I follow behind,
till we both fry,
but I still trail behind,
waiting for a spark.
You are the cigar in my head,
that lights fire to my bed
sheets and overturns the entire room.
Ashy and bitter,
like the burnt wood.
you, a flame,
left behind.
i, the wood,
am left behind.
(why?)
© lilac_of_hope
Image from Pinterest.
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