Fire of My Heart
Dear fire of my heart you exhaust me;
If it were possible to flee
replace parts under warranty
this fever would drop a degree;
Burning I take it on the chin;
Mile high flames on my fragile skin
waiting for relief to step in
satiate me from deep within.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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