hot, i feel it coming
i cant see you though.
there is nothing there,
but a pile of ashes.
i bury my face in my hands,
to try to stop the tears.
those red, growing flames.
those ones that took your life.
i can feel them growing on me,
but nothing changed the appearance
of one sad, lonely girl.
No red, tired marks.
They won't stop me from getting you back.
the felling of something so strong
will never strike me again
but at least I will be with you.
when you wake up,
you will see this haze,
this soft, white, blury haze.
And an angel will put you in her arms.
She will hold you so gently,
until her arms break.
And, that angel will be me.
&&you won't know it.
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