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No One Knows How To Burn like Me
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Only On a Sunday.... I have been lying to you
I am not happy
I am staring outside a window,
at a town I don't want to be in
At faces that were never meant to be looked at
even my own face has changed.
the lines on it are withering,
sinking into themselves
and I am not myself.
And you do not care.
We are drifting away, like
space particles
and your galaxy will never be mine
You will never be truly mine
none of you
I am shivering,
my cold body shocked with these warm tears
I do not let you see them.
or hear of them.
or kiss them.
And I am thinking,
of just not being here,
the next time you come around.
maybe if I shut my mouth,
the silence will deafen you
it will defeat you into loving me the
way you used to
And you may even realize
one day
what you have lost
and that everything else is just
a flicker of the flame that I had
because the truth of it is, baby,
no one knows
how to burn
like me
Read the poem!
There is no comment I could leave that would do it justice. I simply don't have the words.
Absorbing.
I hope you don't underestimate yourself, because your writings are magnificent.
I wish I captured the beginning of this poem myself.
I stare out that window everyday.
This piece in kindred with my soul.
Love it.
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Thank you for checking me
Thank you for checking me out, it means a lot. Ill be keeping my eye on you, I think we are of the same breed....things born again from a dark, kind place
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.