Your fire

You keep saying you don’t love me
But then you give me hope
And I’d rather burn within your fire
Than waft away from you like smoke
So even though it hurts so much
Even though I’m scarred
I keep serving up my heart to you
Broken, bleeding, black and charred.

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3 Responses to Your fire

  1. Kurian says:

    Beautiful and very powerful Ayesha

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