January 19, 2010
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The air has gone
away from my lungs
and I can't breath,
I can't scream.

I'm cold and alone,
tired and scared,
wishing someone
would yell for me.

As darkness presses
suddenly there is a spark,
a small flame that
quickly becomes a fir.

The warmth from the fire
slowly spreads into my skin
and the air returns to me
as I am surrounded by scarlet flames.

I look up and I see you
standing by a door,
one that wasn't ever there,
and you call to me.

You put out your hand
and expect me to take it,
to trust you with
what happens next.

I decide to leave the dark
and I follow you
to a lighter place where
the walls are made of fire.

When I finally look at you
the flames swallow my heart
and I'm not sure if I can look away
from your eyes.

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SmileyFace94 said...
Feb. 21, 2010 at 11:25 am
this is amazing. your a gifted writer! keep writing!
playmate said...
Feb. 19, 2010 at 1:22 pm
very good co i like it alot keep the good work up.
Duke said...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 9:21 pm
I never stop being amazed by your gift for writing. Question, your always saying you hate greg, whys he one of your favorite. I think I know why, but Im asking anyway.
Ebony_Rose replied...
Jan. 28, 2010 at 8:04 am
:( Idk... Still trying to convince myself that I hate him....
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