I'm on fire most days,
slip away, sunny paves, burn my brain, when I fall flat, in love again, no love with him, love with me, sad to see, want me now,
when I was on the way out,
Everything becomes inside out
now the fire flickers,
clocks are tickers, and we keep letting the days go, but we both know, theres no way to go, but up, from here
where the air will be thinner, and the rain will glimmer, to provide reflection, to the fear,
that were burnt out,
Having doubts, where mounds of heart used to live, Im afraid of this, but I can't keep from going into the light,
Its lovely
ferkixlll:
Good photo for the poem.
taysa:
Thanks @ferkixlll, the picture came first, then i wrote what it inspired me to say. Im glad you enjoyed it