Burning the Pages of My Heart
Fire, is forever changing, the way life is, the way people are…the way I am.
The person I used to be, or rather, the person I thought I was, has altered
The thoughts that used to run through my head when I was a child, are gone.
I’ve burned them away.
But now, I don’t think they ever really existed.
I’ve gotten older, and my mind has recreated itself.
I no longer think of games I played, friends I once had, or what dream job I will never get.
My mind has darkened, my thoughts depressed themselves.
Clouded like a dark fall storm.
Death…becomes an all too familiar subject.
As I burn the pages of me that I’ve pulled from my temples…
Part of my heart burns away with them.
I feel empty, needing something to fill the gap I’ve shaped…or someone.
But who,
Who would want to seal the burnt hole in my heart?
Who would want to fill up the empty shell of the girl I thought I once was?
No one would.
The answer is that simple.
The burnt pages of my life fly out of my tiny fire, away from me,
Ashes in the wind,
Sparks in the sky.
So now what?
I’m lost in my own world,
Wandering down the empty city streets, a hole in my heart,
Wishing I’d brought my fire with me,
To burn more pages.
Fire, is forever changing, the way life is, the way people are…the way I am.
The person I used to be, or rather, the person I thought I was, has altered
The thoughts that used to run through my head when I was a child, are gone.
I’ve burned them away.
But now, I don’t think they ever really existed.
I’ve gotten older, and my mind has recreated itself.
I no longer think of games I played, friends I once had, or what dream job I will never get.
My mind has darkened, my thoughts depressed themselves.
Clouded like a dark fall storm.
Death…becomes an all too familiar subject.
As I burn the pages of me that I’ve pulled from my temples…
Part of my heart burns away with them.
I feel empty, needing something to fill the gap I’ve shaped…or someone.
But who,
Who would want to seal the burnt hole in my heart?
Who would want to fill up the empty shell of the girl I thought I once was?
No one would.
The answer is that simple.
The burnt pages of my life fly out of my tiny fire, away from me,
Ashes in the wind,
Sparks in the sky.
So now what?
I’m lost in my own world,
Wandering down the empty city streets, a hole in my heart,
Wishing I’d brought my fire with me,
To burn more pages.
