Fire Burns

A girl comes to terms with a broken heart and rids herself of memories

Fire Burns

 

The perfect scalding of the sun

As the new day flares,

The first thought ignites her

Hopes and his face appears,

A face pure

With spirit,

 

Shrill lectures, scribbled paper and yet

She learns only his name,

Hazel threatened brown,

Gel perfectly sculpted around

A face pure

And coy,

 

Her blue could fill the ocean,

But he is never there to see

A burn only there for her,

Her friend is helpless when compared with

A face pure

But lone,

 

Wrenching eyes see twisting dresses,

She’s in blue but his hands are

Green as he whispers ‘I’m sorry’,

A hug and she leaves, her friends see only

A face pure

And thin,

 

Even liquid success could not bring back

Her smile when she turns round,

His young, temporary love with her reflection

But he only whispered ‘I’m sorry’ to

A face pure

With fury,

 

‘I’m sorry’ are just words, written

With faded ink, but as she tries to read

She forgets his name,

A smile not forced and

A face pure

And free,

 

His cheeky hazel threatened wink

Only serves to furrow her brows,

She remembers his name again and

Doesn’t know why