Burning

February 26, 2011
I want my writing to crumble the sorrows of the world.
I want it so bad, my fingers reach for that blazing sun,
tips burning as I cannot help but start to run.
My eyes, how they began to bleed painful tears.
Sizzling my hair, making my mind sneer.
I want it. To turn the heads of gods.
I want it. To leave stars in awe.
I want it. To stir emotions of the world.
I want it. To turn stones into pearls.
I want my writing to crumble the sorrows of the world.
I want it so badly.





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