Smoke and Mirrors
a poem simply about fire, nothing more...
By Emma EwartPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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sometimes the pain isn't worth the "i love you's"
A sharp tongue hot with passion,
Seers my skin.
As small flickers of light bounce from wall to wall,
Making slight gleams seem desirable
Convincingly more than the untravelled dark.
Quick beautiful movements
Dance between us filling the heavy air.
The comforting warmth unknowingly scarring.
As time moves on, energy fades
Leaving a lucid perception that reeks only of destruction.
My youth ended with the cruel reality,
That sometimes, its only the smoke that lingers.
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