Fires in Poetry

  • Sept. 14, 2025, 5:54 a.m.
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I feel broken inside 

Where your hands once were

There's a rage inside 

Can you place them on me

Can you reach out to me 

Like you used to, can you quiet the storm 

And make me feel like I am not alone

Like when you used to hold me in your arms 

Cuz If there's nothing left then I feel this is the only way to go 

And I miss the quiet serenity of your fingertips on the back of my head

It would quiet the fires inside my soul that burn out of control today, like they did before I knew you. 

And I am on my own again



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