The FlamesA Poem by Honeysomething i found while cleaning out my english stuffFrom the very start, I saw flames in his heart But little did I know that flames spread and they grow When he first stepped inside, I wanted to hide.
He cared not that he haunted us, it was money he wanted from us So his flames spread to me, I hated him sincerely It's almost as if I can still see it clearly.
As if there were flames in my brain, It drove me insane Soon everyone else would, too, feel my pain.
The day I grew tired of it, how it made me feel sickly And in my anger, my flames spread quickly The fire creeping up the stairs, and there was ash in the air The things that the dead ones left are no longer there.
Now this event has passed, for not everything lasts But he still came back with the flames from the past They sit deep in his heart, or what little heart he had I hate him sincerely; he drove us all mad. © 2011 Honey |
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Added on March 23, 2011 Last Updated on March 24, 2011 |