Monday, 19 July 2010

:D Fire

Hold me
hold me tightly
I'm a fire
I spark and crackle
Frightening desire
The hissing and the cracking
From my bones
Alarmlingly consumes
The me I'd known
The one of me that knew
Just how to sit
The one of me that knew
Just where I fit
The one restrained
Contained and safely kept
The One of me
That living, quietly slept.


Anonymous said...

thanks for stoping by and leaving a comment... i dont know who that guy is.. or what he meant by his comment..

nice poem.. i love poetry.. use to write.. use to read it.. but ive given up all the things i use to love.....