The Fire
Fire burns
Touch it
Feel it
The flames
Are growing
Stronger
I become
Weaker
I want it
I need it
The need is
growing
out of control
I would do
anything
To have it
I hate the pain
But love the
warmth.
Copyright © Kelli Egloff-Metzgar | Year Posted 2009
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