A fallen spark
Thought to have died
Burns the flesh once more
But we are still untied
We all are to blame
And know it's all I
The fault is our own
When we failed to fly
A lost expectation
Never to be seen
For what we all thought
It had to be unclean
And my skin is on fire
When I burn once more
For the one golden day
Before she was whore
Author notes
My first was lost and now is found. To all who know (Angie) it's for Binja.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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it's a really good poem, slightly depressing, but i like it alot

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Aw Kira, read your messages.




