Log on the Fire
Your heartbeat
was my home
for so long
but in the end
that home burnt down around me.
The fire started by you and your
wickedness
The man i was
you used for kindling
and the life we created
was just another log on the fire
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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