Never. in Thoughts.

  • April 7, 2016, 7:31 p.m.
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Never touch the fire,
For you will burn.
And the feel of your flesh
Melting,
Being destroyed,
Will linger as you heal.

But the feel of your heart,
Beating through the pain,
Of love lost,
Of passion discarded,
Of abandonment…
It will follow you like a shadow.

The question of truth
Will leave you doubting
And stumbling into glances
At reflections of yourself in others.

The question of what is
Genuine,
Will have you looking blindly,
Seeing nothing but the dark
In the pools of others eyes.

But the joy is there.
The hope still exists.
And you see what you’re looking for,
So look for the love,
The light…
And you just might find bliss.


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