August 10, 2016

fire



i was a poet when i was born.
i was a poet until today.

you ripped all the words from my heart
and replaced them with embers.

i'm a fire now.
i'll be a fire until i die.

and instead of sentences, i swallow flames.
it hurts more this way.

but all things work together for the good of those who love Him.

xx


14 comments:

  1. ohhhh my gosh.

    .......

    Oh my gosh. Wow. Wowowow ouchouchouch.

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  2. addddy this is nice although I doubt fire feels so nice unless it gives you warmth, come hug me.

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  3. Oh my gosh, these photos . . . wow. <3 <3 I can't get over this post -- it's so good.

    Sophia xx

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  4. Beautiful!! The photos are, gosh---also beautiful!!! ;) XD

    Amelia Ruth

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  5. the last line. a verse right? and something i've known since i was so young, so little. but funny how it takes forever to really sink in...

    Also i have moved to a new space!! You can now find me at WAKE ME UP

    stay rad :)

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  6. I can't even begin to explain how incredible this poem is. Wow. (and the photos: beautiful)

    Serena
    poetree {blog} | editing services

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  7. THIS IS SO WONDERFUL (: From first word to last

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  8. I can't even handle how beautiful this is.

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be kind.

xx