It burns my throat
Like campfire smoke,
When I start thinking about you.
Everything seems to burn away
Everyone says stay away from the fire.
Fire burns.
Like my memory of you.
A kiss that never happened,
A flower that never bloomed.
I erase the thoughts of me being with you.
Because you will soon erase yourself into a new reality.
And leave me holding the pencil
And rewrite selfish thought of how I wish there was you and me
A us
And watch it burn in the fire
And blow away with the campfire smoke.
CZYTASZ
His poems, Their poems, My poems, Our poems
PoezjaI write so he knows. I write so they know. I write so I know. I writes so we understand. Original poems and essays by Leasia Rayona "Leray" Posey.
