Category: Writers Block
I saw you today tossing love letters into the fire, letting our memories twist and burn, in the sombre setting of a silent flame.
I know your'e hurting love,
I know that what I've done is wrong,
and that tears can't extinguish this kind of roaring flame.
But don't let it be over
Dont let our love disappear, too much blood and ink has been spilled
to just turn it into smoke, rising out of an open fire.
If I meant anything to you and if our love has to remain a memory, please bury it under lock and key, and dont let it spread in the winds that cut through this autumn air.I know that you owe me nothing..especially not my dignity or respect, but I'd like to be remembered my love..even if only in spite..I want my words to have more meaning than just a column of wind whipped smoke, and ..I want our memories to last longer than a small box of hand-written letters, tossed into the heart of a roaring fire.
hmmm, that's the most amaizing thing to read while i curl up in the warmth of the fireplace...it's got great immigery, i can see the smoke and the shadows..
Thank you
I found it depressing, but I liked the immigery.
I'm a Goth it's mandatory.. grin
ah...alex,...careful...remember what we said about goths living outside the relms of manditory?...smile...i didn't find it that depressing...it's depressing with a point...