I, a pile of matchsticks, you, the flame My phosphorus heart..
Added 2022-01-21 23:27:41 +0000 UTCI, a pile of matchsticks, you, the flame
My phosphorus heart, it would envelop, burn bright and then die
The ashes would cover my insides, in a blackened dew covering the ruin
The love for myself I'd throw away, you wouldn't even have to pry
I'd quickly stray, from my solitude
And that's when I die, die, die
Isolation is another's wasteland, but for me, the only place of latitude
The forsaken part, for most, it stings; those words, bye, bye, bye
I see how they glue themselves down so they don't blow away, like they are white powder, their fragile nature
A top their white horse, they will ride straight to oblivion
They've found the cure!
Or so they thought; But we all die, die, die, alone
This is one of my favorite poems that I wrote last year. Comment a flower emoji if you read along.🌹💕
