Bitter Ash
The fire inside burns cold,
consumed to bitter ash
soul tokens of a love gone wrong.
We said it was forever;
never would we say good-bye
but the eager fever died with time.
Dry white the coal that was my heart;
old passions won't rekindle.
Copyright, November 12, 2017
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2017
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