You used to say your love was a fire
but how many days did you
waste writing about me?
happy with the friction of your pen on paper
when the friction Im about is a regal heat-
I like to move
the friction Im about is muscle and bone
Im about shaking the paint off these walls
like I can burn up every trace about you
you sit in the dark happy to have the weakling
spark of what we used to be
Im out trying to melt the memories by staring at the sun













Comments
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"There are tragedies far worse than death; things you couldn't even imagine." - David Fisher
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"Let your words be fitting".
Inferno Canto X
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