Array ( [sid] => 183793 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => river of fire [time] => 2016-12-03 11:38:41 [hometext] => [bodytext] => a compulsion to grow and to love and to know
is what drives me every day that i/'/m awake.
and not to just take from my lovers,
but to make new wonders is all i think divine.
and i hope you/'/ll be kind,
as you end up as a line
in a collection of scribbled words about myself.
star trek figures on a shelf.
and love was fated to have faded and sometimes isn/'/t even stated.
leaving work early to spend a day in bed.
trying and failing to see what/'/s in your head.
but other times it/'/s clear and alive and we fear and we strive.
to shine like a sparkling, glitter covered star.
to never even having been where you are.
and to think my heart was heavy, because of the things i have carried,
but that was never accurate as i/'/ve learned,
after being burned,
that it/'/s not about letting go,
but that my love is a river of fire, and it must flow. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Gloomyblu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove ) Your Poetry Dot Com - river of fire


river of fire
Date: Saturday, 3rd December 2016 @ 11:38:41 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Gloomyblu
a compulsion to grow and to love and to know
is what drives me every day that i/'/m awake.
and not to just take from my lovers,
but to make new wonders is all i think divine.
and i hope you/'/ll be kind,
as you end up as a line
in a collection of scribbled words about myself.
star trek figures on a shelf.
and love was fated to have faded and sometimes isn/'/t even stated.
leaving work early to spend a day in bed.
trying and failing to see what/'/s in your head.
but other times it/'/s clear and alive and we fear and we strive.
to shine like a sparkling, glitter covered star.
to never even having been where you are.
and to think my heart was heavy, because of the things i have carried,
but that was never accurate as i/'/ve learned,
after being burned,
that it/'/s not about letting go,
but that my love is a river of fire, and it must flow.

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