Burned

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2014

You claim you felt a

spark. Maybe it was

just the fire in my

hands, directed at you.

 

You said I touched you

first. Maybe it was

just to get away from

the cold

isolation sizzling under my skin.

 

My head is oxygen

For a fiery sea storm

all day and all night

maybe it's a warning

sign, but

I'm hurling faster faster faster

into a universe never found.

 

And then when you

tried to kiss me

Believe me, darling

we were better off friends.

 

Your heat

warms me

and warns me

at once.

 

Your smile

controls me

I can't be

controlled.

 

My fear

takes over

a beautiful

sun

on a beautiful

day

in a beautiful

world.

 

You're a magnet

it's dangerous to

resist

the pull.

 

I'm being

swallowed

smoked

burned

by this

nonexistent

spark

raging into an

invisible

flame.

 

Someone

help m-

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written: 3/21/14

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Sassylass's picture

a

spark of lust,probably.

well written TSG!

enjoyed!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

allets's picture

Dichotomies

kinda fun to weave - enjoyed twice! - Stella

"...isolation sizzling under my skin..." Nice! ~A~





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