Put out the Fire

A silver thread floating to the ground

Fallen lining from the clouds

Grey and desolate in the fire

Burning a hole in my chest

He will leave a dusty door

She will listen and walk away

There they smile as numbers drop

The

Smile

From

My

Face

He won’t ask what’s wrong

She will nod and leave again

In my bed I lay on fire

Wonder when the flames will take my eyes

 

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