Sunday, May 13, 2012

Left to Burn

This hot grey fire in my chest
is alive, yet it sleeps.
I was taken before
and now you're spoken for.
Give me ice to douse the heat.

I see the fire in those sad eyes,
a heart that shouldn't yearn.
You said it died,
I know you lied,
and now we're left to burn.

I wrote this a couple of years ago, listening to Adele's Rolling in the Deep on repeat. I found it today as my 3yo was taking over an old notebook of mine and decided to share.

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