Flamed Words

It's here that they turn
With fingertips that burn
They write with all their passion

About the innocent and the naive
Who only live to grieve
And surrender their souls to heaven

This life that they graze
From bliss to blaze
Changes as frequently as the seasons

They tremble and wallow
But take haste not to follow
And suspend their trip to despair

By turning the blame
Into someone else's name
Their unfortunate end is weary

They sit without fear
Take close, they are near
As the fire scorches for an eternity





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Monica said...
Nov. 17, 2008 at 12:22 pm
Wow! That's all I can say...That is amazing.
 
rebecca said...
Nov. 12, 2008 at 2:12 am
AWESOME.
 
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