Scorching of Our Novel
Too many years since we said hello...
Let's face it, you've been a novel I can't quite put down...
I've tried, losing the pages...
Forgetting the binds...
Hell even tried to drown...
But many pages left with words unspoken...
Inkblots of tears turned into, "What do you see?"...
It hurt to see the pages burn...
Flames blowing hot and cold...
Found the beauty in the burning of my talented words...
Tightening of lungs as smoke filled my air...
The blackness of the ash dissolving inside my charred heart.
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