She's a ball of fire I was told not to play
But I used every gloves I can use to keep her safe
The ball of fire gave warmth to my soul
Showered sparks through my eyes
Even when my hands burnt into crisp, i tightly hold unto her
Day and night I keep her lit up
This ball of fire doesn't know that there were nights I cry myself to sleep from all the burns and blood I bleed
Tears fell into my pillow as I pray
To let the her shine brighter as my wounds repair
I wanted to give up without putting off her fire
I kept holding on that destiny will set her free from my grip
But her fire set flames into my soul
Burned every corners of my eyes
I felt amputated having no strength to calm her down
After all the fire, I have no place to go
No home left to shelter these cold nights
Now everything is gone and dark
As the fire went ablaze to a different place
She wanted the spotlight that's why she dimmed my life
She took the fame of how her flame shut me off crying and crawling
I hold no grudge for the damage it has done to me
I will spark myself to avoid searching for fire from others
This warmth, this love is mine and noone can burn it
Noone can take it
Noone can destroy it
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The Words of Honeylemon
PoetryWhat can happen to an 18-year-old University student if she stops publishing and writing stories online? Can the pandemic help her to push her limits and discover her passion for writing? Can she express herself through her words as this book unrave...
