Campfire Lies

Where angels fear to tread

I dance

I consort with fireflies

and tell myself little campfire lies

Deep under cover of madness

with his ghost

sipping sweet venom moonshine

burning love letters that say

wish you were here

watching our words fall apart

in the embers

We sing Dixie in the dark

making 100 proof promises

We hold hands and he hums my sad little lullaby

bye, bye my baby

my baby, goodbye

And I am left with no more madness

no more fireflies

and no more 100 proof campfire lies

Reviews

[Kenna Marie]

Elizabeth,
It is sad how something so serene and peaceful in the external, such as a night out in nature, can be internally just a place of vulnerability. A combustion of events happens, then as it goes on it slows the pace down to a mere nothingness and that is the way to swoon me over in this piece! Congrats.

[Justin]

that was really good :) it is a great campfire to tell :)

[Mr. Revan]

dont worry, theres plenty of 80 proof going around to lessen the pain of those 100 proof lies.

the magic of the moment, we live for that moment. even if its a lie.

wake up the next day, sip on the sunshine, and carry on.

[Emily B]

like an old ghost, all the poems seem to be about heartbreak tonight