Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Flash Point


Spitting words of ash,
Burning my tongue on the decline,
Searing

The way you left me,
To set myself on fire,
Like a constellation,

Guiding you down the wrong path

When I am spread against the wind,
Maybe then you'll realize the heat of everything I did,
Maybe you'll understand why it engulfed me,
How I was consumed,

By your flames


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