Passion's Fire...
Wandika 2-7-2007
I keep the fires of passion low
For they don't serve me well
Just move along so very slow
So few see where I dwell
There was a love, a fiery flame
Who fanned the sparks till white
Our days and nights merged and became
The sweetness in delight
But it was just a wicked game
One she did play with me
For when it came to laying claim
She left me then to flee
Oh such is love, its hopes, its dreams
We live for such as those
Such pleasantries now nightmare's screams
You might be one who knows
Were days long past, thought of escape
But they have flown from here
As many thought to then berate
Some ones I thought were dear
My heart cold now with many scars
So damaged from my run
Others I've read, of their memoirs
Embrace a strong bastion
So now I languish on life's vine
And wait my final end
I see no reason anytime
To even touch a friend
Live out my time ‘till clock runs down
There nothing to be said
I smile and walk but inside frown
With nothing more to dread
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