I write lots and lots of poetry and had no place to ever put it so mabey I'll put it all here?
The flames licked up my skin, I felt the burn deep within, Filling me up, Breaking me down, It will always be around, Like the charred remains of a long forgotten flame.
By The broken Poet8 years ago in Poets
I'm a flower that blooms every spring, But wilts and dies every fall, Like when I wait for you to call, With every season comes more pain,
I use to be nice and sweet, But you broke my neck, You broke my beak, I was a caged Bird that won't sing, For you stole what was important to me,
