Light another fire, and I'll watch
every ember cool to black
like the rest.
Nothing is different, though you swear
you are wiser now.
You are the same.
The match you strike is the same
tired stick.
This is the last fire it will ignite.
The smile you wear is the same
faltering grin.
Your lips are forced this time.
Those fading coals are the same
hopeless rocks.
Now they don't even try to hold a flame.
And I too, I am still the same
whimsical girl.
As I stomp on your coals. And walk away.
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Written July 19th, 2004
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I cant tell you how many times I have felt this way about someone...You really used good images to relate feeling...I thouroughly enjoyed it
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