Burn
Flames
Rage
Why
We held you high
Like the sky
We called your
Name
Everyday
We were played
Burn
Flames
We held you high
Like the sky
We called your
Name
Everyday
My heart cries
From the lies
My friends
Held hostage
I knew
Said nothing from
The clues
So blue
Burn
Flames
We held you high
Like the sky
We called your name
Everyday
You better
Runaway
The Rocky Mountains
Are crumbling
The noisy streams
Are coming after you
I don’t want to be you
Fool
Burn
Flames
We held you high
Like the sky
We called your
Name
Everyday
Now
Goodbye
Felecia
Peace in our
Mind.
About the Creator
Kristina Kirby
I’m a preschool teacher from Waco, Texas. I’m deep diving inside pulling out my inner greatness. I’m a Phoenix rising through the darkness. Writing is my new passion. So grateful and thankful to be here.
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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