Emotions bleed and wash away
The words I never dared to say
When walls kept tween, defining us
Like stains on abandoned canvases
Rest well my love, twill be okay
As the arsonist's bercuese gently plays
Alive it breathes, a raging fire
Like fingers brushing through her hair
Whispered intent and ravaged mercy
Gasping breath with intensity
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
I've learned, when life plays it plays for keeps
That's what I've always told myself
Puff of smoke, I’m someone else
Victor or victim, I play the game
Say what you will, I know my name
Wandering still, without a home
Win or lose, I stand alone
When surrounded by the fire
Be careful where you build your pyre
Searching for a resting peace
You must keep your demons on a leash
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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