Poems from SparkyPenny1
It starts with a small question, seemingly fleeting and unimportant: why? Then that question roots itself in your brain; the fleeting...
What seems to flee your consious mind?
Fear?
Love?
The thought of being wanted?
How does it feel to feel?
What is remorse?
I am no longer...
Fleeting memories pass me by,
people surround me,
but a scarlet curtain
pulls down
and I'm in darkness.
I can see your glimmer,
your grace...
Burning.
Acheing.
A fire in your heart
that won't go out.
No matter your icy treatments,
your passion attempts,
the fire won't leave.
So...
The fire girl glides down the asphalt river,
her book nose and pen hand taking in the world,
making it beautiful.
She smiles as the sun...