The Flame
THE FLAME
It's a dangerous game to play
I struggle each and every day
I tiptoe around
I have questions abound
Too afraid to ask
My feelings would be unmasked
So I will stay quiet
And keep my thoughts private
No longer a game
But a red burning flame
The flame will extinguish
Feelings will diminish
The memory will fade
But will always remain
Copyright © Elizabeth King | Year Posted 2015
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