The little fire

Reivax Camlost

There's a whispering fire wearing white at my door

Speaking tongues with a voice sheathed in silent despair

Knowing all that I murmur alone to the air

All the songs that I sing to a love that's not there

All the gestures I make in my mind and then store

For the day when my heart cannot take anymore

And I turn from the fire, and I slam the front door

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2016 19:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: We can't wait forever to feel what we feel, lest the truth tear itself from our hearts, and so steal the only love left for our poor hearts to feel.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • lovedud

    A short and sweet poem with a delicate poet's touch!



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