Strength
Like Greek Fire my love burns.
Growing with the cooling rain and distance.
How like torture are my memories.
The pain and anger I try to relish in
but all that comes to the surface is the kindness,
the warm looks and passionate touches.
Time is supposed to be the key to survival
more time is needed.
Strength find me.
Copyright © Sarah Fraser | Year Posted 2005
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