Poetry · Writing

kiddle

seen it before

this is the part of the story were i start a fire;

same book, different page-

so lets burn the book

set fire to nights reflecting on those pages,

stay up all night and write new ones

laugh a little more love a lot harder

let you know that i will never run away

never be the one to be consumed by fire

i have been so tired

of this book- seared pages- same ending- new flames

not this time,

i am not the human tourch

or controlled by these fears-

we will write a new one

call it the kiddle

so no fire will come close

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